[There on the hot day they'd all gathered to help make the farm into a home, and there on the dark day the sky had lost all glow, sun shrouded by the dragon's wings. Takasugi watches the joviality drain from the hybrid's face.

But he doesn't mirror the boy's frown.]

You'll have to focus more on working than rolling around, to clean it up.

[Almost remorseful, but-] I was there when the dragon raged in the sky.

There's debris, and upturned roots.

But the house still stands, and the crops are still growing. [He doesn't manage to sound comforting - more like he's somehow bragging? - but at least he's telling the truth.

That's pretty rare.]