But you just said, "no one is ever truly alone in this world", hm? What happens in death that suddenly negates that?

[He likes the mental image of a wallflower garden - he ponders over it for a moment, letting his own head rest on his shoulder.]

It could be a forest, depending on your definition of the word. And...I'm alright. It's more people than I'm used to. But...I'm here for Sakura. [A half-smile.] I want to see her happy.