[ He can sense a longing there, but for what or whom, he can’t really guess. Mikazuki seems embroiled in a great many love affairs, while Uguisumaru merely sits, as if waiting. ]

I don’t think the wind is blowing harshly enough.

[ And they both know who that refers to. ]

After all, the mountain still sits, unmoving, but ever reaching up to the sky.