"Ah," The priest sits up a little further still, and lifts his arms out of the water to drape along the side of the pool his back's against.

"Before, I would have called that simple. Muichi Motsu," and Koumyou pronounces the words very slowly and deliberately, so that the train can't just try to run off with some butchered version of it. They're important. Holy, even.

"But now, I'm not sure how good that advice even is, anymore. It destroyed the soul of a former pupil of mine, and I myself couldn't even stick to it in the end."