Luci smiled, and with a indulgent air, observed as the pole sort of clicked into place. "That's my little shadow," he said, patting Genma's back.
Ah, the noble hearted bastards. A dime a dozen but Luci adored them anyway.
He reached up, traced a heart onto the lowest arrow. Then his arm was back around Genma's shoulders, his weight a comfort against the man. Like being home. Like being in a muddy pit with someone holding you while you died.
"That one, will always point to home," Luci all but mumbled.
The sun was very, very brilliant in that cornflower sky.
A soft breeze started, warm.
"All you have to do is take that road, and you'll go home. That's the fist rule. The first fact is that you should have died on the beach, poisoned, cold, and alone."
It is impossible to explain how warm Luci's tone was, how friendly and gentle when he added, "It was really all you deserved, for your life."