Go. It was such a loaded word. Because going didn't mean he would just go home, and show up the next day-- going, for now, meant he had to disappear. Possibly for a long time. Possibly forever.

Tomoko bit her lip. She couldn't-- oh, she couldn't say goodbye to him. She couldn't say anything, or else she would just burst.

Numbly, she reached for the rabbit's foot, placed in a jar. Then she took out lizard's tail, bat wing, butterfly antennae, and the white snake skin she'd so carefully kept all these years, and placed it in the same jar as well. A morbid concoction, maybe, but she knew Ryusei understood and that he knew this was who she was. Perhaps he knew this was her own way of saying goodbye. Her own way of making sure he didn't forget her. If, by some lucky chance he didn't lose the jar anywhere, then maybe he'd even come back.

"Take care," she said softly, moving the jar closer to him. "Please--" come back to me. "--stay safe." Pause. "And, and if you can... write to me?"