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[Ingrid's looking uncharacteristically somber today, staring into her coffee mug as though it held the secrets of life.]

I'd always thought myself as someone who could adapt to anything. Working with the children I did, living the life I have; I thought I could handle any change. But it seems I've grown so accustomed to my routines without realizing it.

The people, places, and the things of grand significance. Those things are easy to miss when they are taken. I expected that; I was ready for that. I thought I was ready for that. But I find myself missing the small things too. The way my husband made a cup of coffee, the walk to school, reading the morning paper in the courtyard, listening to the students chatter about things that always seem so intense and important when you're young. I think I may miss those small things more than the big ones.

[She chuckles, but there's no joy in it.]

This may just be the talk of an old lady feeling her age, but indulge me so I don't feel so dramatic for this little episode. What are the things, big and small, you miss?

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I miss plenty of things. Besides my family and my friends, my school and my temple, that... Hm.

I miss waking up at three in the morning. It sounds strange, but a monk's schedule has changed to accommodate that, and I went to bed early in order to get enough rest. Having to stay up until midnight, even if I go to bed immediately after ending patrol, means that I can't get up until later. My body has mostly fixed its sleep schedule, but I miss always being wide awake to catch the sunrise.

I can't say I've seen the sunrise in some time.

A monk, you say. Buddhist?

I am. My father is the temple head.

[She nods.]

You could take a day off of this nightly creature fighting buisness. Catch the sunrise again.

I miss everything. This world is so alien to me.

For someone like you from another time and culture, I would have thought it would be hard.

[Endou hadn't thought about that much. He had been preoccupied with this new place, and all the interesting people living here. Even now, as he thought about it, he found that he didn't really have an answer to the lady's question. But perhaps that was just because he'd only been here for a month.]

Hmm... I don't really miss much, actually. Kazemaru is here, and I can still train! I know everyone at home is fine, so I'm not worried about them!

I was very far from home even before I arrived in this place. There is a great deal I miss, if I think about it for too long--for instance, my lances. The weapons I used were of great sentimental value as well as power, and I would like to get even one back if I could.

Speaking on a more significant level, I miss my wife Grainne as well as those I called my friends and allies.

I miss having my cat, Masa, curl by my feet when I came home from work. Strange as it is, I even miss work: the crazy morning commute on the trains, the pressure of a deadline...

What I quite possibly miss the most is my father's book collection of folklore he was trying to translate. It was the last thing he worked on before he disappeared. I thought I would be able to complete it before I went but...well, it didn't go that way at all as you can see.

I think I would enjoy that a great deal.

I miss... fighting.

[He frowns and tries to clarify.]

The things we fought-- I had a clear goal. I guess I miss having a goal more than fighting.

[Yeah he's... not good at putting things into words, so try to bear with him.]

Small things... I miss going into the cafeteria in the morning. I miss the sound of familiar voices, and Jerry's ridiculous antics, the smell of all kinds of food in the air. Arguing with that stupid rabbit, chasing Komui's rampaging inventions all over the place.

[He actually sounds a bit wistful. It wasn't the most peaceful of homes-- but it's where his "family" was, and he misses it.]

[This is the wrong guy to invite to give you this kind of list, Ingrid dear. But alright. He'll indulge.]

I miss living on the Castle Wulfenbach. Living grounded is so strange; I miss waking up in the morning, looking out the window and seeing a blanket of clouds occasionally interrupted by mountaintops. I miss the few moments of honest research I could get in between the constant political meetings and ridiculous arguments and assassination attempts. I miss my tools and my notebooks and the smell of disinfectant. I cannot recreate that here and rest assured, I've tried.

[He pauses momentarily. Feelings. How does I do. Even this event cannot make a man this emotionally guarded good at expressing himself.]

I miss being nannied by Boris, being teased by DuPree because she knew she could get away with it. I miss fighting Othar Tryggvassen from one end of the Castle to the other. I miss having to chase the children out of my labs.

I miss my son.

[OKAY THAT IS. WAY MORE THAN HE MEANT TO SAY WHOOPS.

Shutting up now.]

Then do so. A day off is good for the soul.

How very optimistic.

You are married? [She sighs.] It is so difficult to be apart from the ones we pledge our lives to.

Tell me about her.

You'll get to go back and do so. Someday. [Because she can't begin to believe that they'll be stuck here forever.]

It is not so strange to miss working. Even things we didn't like when we were doing them can hold meaning in retrospect.

I was, once...a very long time ago now.

Grainne was a beautiful woman. One who cast aside everything for the sake of her love--I always admired that about her. That absolute conviction in her actions was courageous, and I could only meet it with my own. I loved her without question, and would gladly have done anything for her happiness.

Fighting. [She repeats it sadly. Kanda what is your life.] We have a goal here. Getting home. Staying alive. It isn't much to go on now, but it is what we have.

You miss them. Your colleges.

In the air...? [She starts to interrupt, but then she hears the word son and she lets out a small, sad sound.]

You have children. It seems we're in the same boat. I'm sorry, I know how hard it is to be without them.

I had someone to find.

[Yeah, it's a weird thing to miss, but...]

Yeah. ...I do.

She sounds wonderful. Absolutely so. [There's no teasing in her tone. Ingrid's a sucker for romance.] But you said was. Has she passed?

...We both have, if I'm to be completely honest. [He hadn't really considered it, but of course she had. Millennia ago, surely.]

Mm.

[Oh man, is that a bit of guilt there?]

It was not too much of a loss, I assure you. He was never very close to me. I suppose I miss more the idea that we could have been close, if I hadn't been taken here instead.

[She looks at him, eyebrows threatening to raise. She wants to ask, but doesn't. All the same her eyes are questioning.]

I'm sorry. I suppose we're a poor substitute.

...Not a substitute. No one is the same. It's... a different experience.

[Asking may or may not get her somewhere, depending on the question. He's good at being evasive.]

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