"No promises," Akaya mutters. He gives one of Zaizen's arms a sharp poke. "Welcome back to the mortal realm."

Letting out a long breath he hadn't even realised he'd been holding, Akaya leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. His phone was held to his chest as if it was anchoring him. "I feel like I now understand both so much more and so, so much less about this world."