Pre-series. Colour is really just broken light.
Oriya remained silent, attention on the sake flowing into his friend's cup. He'd given up on any sort of conversation.
"How can we create a heart that will never break? What power would it take? I know it exists, it's just out of reach, beyond that line of trees over there ..."
Oriya shuddered. "Muraki, shut up, will you? Listen to yourself."
The doctor turned to look at him, the candle light breaking on his glass eye.