[Like many others today, there's this small, pointy-eared child, clutching his new jar as he tries to appeal to the Usyagi. Not in anger, desperation or incredulity, but with a sad sort of insistence.]
No, listen. Ashura knows-- Ashura knows you can't choose when to come or go. Ashura knows all that. Just... please send Ashura back until we've killed him. After that, Ashura can stay here. Please--!
[But the Usyagi don't listen, of course, and Ashura is left standing there, clutching the jar to his chest. Despite what he's promised himself, tears slowly make their way down his face: he's come home, and he knows he can't even stay.]