There was something ironic about being told about the strength of the heart by someone else.

"I know." And she wondered, if there was anything where Takasugi had gone that reminded him of what they had. A vague feeling of familiarity, of longing or happiness when his heart was reminded of her.

She hoped so.

She placed a hand on her chest, over her heart. "As long as we don't forget here, our hearts will always be connected."