A simple drawing, really, with a little story behind it.
After someone dear to Zetsuta died, before she could tell him the way she felt about him, she wondered if it would've made any difference in the end.
"He's gone, Riei, and I never even spoke my mind. I'm always like that, I never say what I really feel .. and now it's too late. He's not coming back. He won't even know I ever existed, where ever he is now .. he'll forget all about me."

"His body is an empty shell of his previous being. His consciousness has moved on, but his experience and memories stay behind with us. He still knows who you are, as long as you stay the same. He'll never forget, Zetsuta, not in this life or in the next."