Visitors. The thought was rather frightening, especially to a man who knew firsthand that this place could bring back the dead. But Homura wasn't one of the ones called, so for the moment at least, he had escaped the torture. It left him in a strange position, however. It was rare that the demi-god had no plans during the day, and for now he decided to take advantage of it. Homura was certainly no stranger to keeping his own company, after all.

He'd been hoping to see flowers when he came into the Courtyard. Since he was alone, Homura thought he might indulge himself in remembering more of the past. But there was nothing there but sharply cold air, though thankfully not so bad as that room he'd found with Hijikata. It was an almost enjoyable chill this way, sharp contrast to the constant perfected weather of Heaven.

Had he really spent so long here, that the seasons had begun to change? Homura didn't think so, but time had a way of becoming tricky in prison. In the end, any amount of time was too long, and needed no further definition.

But still. Flowers would have been nice.