[ A casket. Interesting priority. It’s not a musing with judgement; Rokurou’s first and foremost priority has always been finding his sword. It’s understandable, but he can only shake his head in reply after some thought. ]

I haven’t seen anything like a casket.

[ It strikes him faintly as odd now that he thinks about it. Not that the man’s possession had been snatched away—but that he hasn’t seen anything relating to death rites whatsoever. A thought Rokurou is drawn away from chewing on with the question; he gives another quizzical look. ]

A bathroom. It’s alright, I didn’t know toilets like this existed either. They can even spray your butt on their own when you’re done. Talk about crazy, huh?

[ And don’t even get him started on urinals and hand dryers. He sighs, as if he’s discovered a marvel of the world. ]

Life is really comfortable for some people.