The monk--who doesn’t look like he’s in any great mental shape--watches Kiku bow and takes a sketch of a bow himself, keeping his palms pressed together in front of him. If nothing else, it gives a facsimile of mindful alertness.
Yoichi scrunches his forehead as he listens to Kiku’s request. In a voice that sounds ancient and dusty, he replies,
“Yanagida is whom you search for, thought that is not without its dangers.” Yoichi refrains from expounding on that.
As Reiko chimes in, the monk does the same focused listening. Then says,
“A photograph. I could be remembered. I fear not being remembered.” He shakes his head and lowers his hands. Still with shaking head, he says
“I fear not being.”
He laughs of a sudden.
“A hypocritical monk: I’m not so sure I belong on the temple wall.”
Turning away, he seems to calm himself again.
“Yanagida, yes, she battles against the invaders. At Shibuya sukuranburu kōsaten. It would not do well for any of us if she and her forces fail.
“I do know this, there are worse fates than No-Being.
“I can escort you there if you want. I fear I go mad when I’m alone too long.”