[ His world isn't so different from Seimei's. The human realm of Japan moved on, letting go of the old rituals and secret techniques they used to know until they became just stories that were detached from the reality that had once given birth to them.

Seimei's smile softens at the dismissal, becoming sad as the sparkles melt away and seem to evaporate into the air around his hand again. ]

No, I suppose you wouldn't listen to those old tales.

[ He wouldn't normally notice Seimei himself at all, would he? It's sheer luck that they happened to both end up in the distorted lens of the resort. It brings magic out, makes it more obvious to humans who never normally look for it. ]

Is it so hard to believe it's alive? We're alive. Isn't it the same?