I have plenty of reasons to always come back to the shore. [Wriothesley says those words with no hesitation, gaze on the other unmoving. They're vague, obscuring who or what he means that would bring him out of the ocean everytime. It's something that doesn't really need to be said though. The sentiment is merely there that there are such important things in his life that the water merely cannot replicate.

Something precious exists on land for him.

Wriothesley looks back at the sparker, watching them slowly fade until the sparks and flame die, leaving the pair in the darkness of a simulated night.] I would like to know more of the things from your home sometime. [Maybe not now, but he hopes he'll be able to hear and experience more that Kizuna seems so very fond of.

He lets out a yawn though. Definitely not right now.]