"It's not crass." I tell him quickly, almost sharply. Wanting to scold him for thinking he couldn't ask me anything. Anything in this world.

I raised him. I watched him grow... helped him grow. Anything he asks, I will answer, no matter what it is.

"You know you can ask me anything, anytime." I sigh, spreading my fingers out over the glass of his... casket.

"I remember how a lot of things feel, mundane things, like sunlight, and snow melting against my skin. Things I'm sure you also remember."

I look back at Emi, staring gently at him. "But maybe you're asking about less mundane things?"