His life wasn't exactly kind to him. He was forced to leave Reina to Oda Nobunaga's Army, and escaped to an unfamiliar time. On top of that, he was adopted by a wonderful and kind woman, only to see that Mori was using them both as tools. He used his adoptive mother to bind him. Kurei hated Mori. He could not fathom how much hate he had for the son of a bitch. He was forced to do disgusting deeds for him, not that he didn't mind the bloodshed. Reina told him he was to kill or be killed himself.

Kurei would never forget those words. He was not a gentle or kind person, that Kurenai painted him to be. Since her death, they both have blood covered hands but she still remained by him, even knowing what he was capable of. Kurei was truly grateful for the small things he had. Especially now, that he can attempt to live a different life with Kurenai, but he knew it wouldn't last. It was a fantasy-- something that will eventually disappear.

There's a quizzical look on his face when she pecked his cheek. That gentleness that would only last around Kurenai was the kind of gentleness that was fleeting. He picked up the ornate mask and shifted it back to his face. Her kindness would only be fleeting. Perhaps, he will remain with it for as long as he could.

"Alright, Kurenai."