[He exhales smoke from what remains of his cigarettes. It's remarkable, really, how much her words are uplifting him from his despondent state.]

Dreams... honestly, my dream is just to live by the sword until the end. So I guess what I really want is to return to my world after saving this one while still being able to call myself a samurai.

[He tilts his head back, watching the smoke dissipate in the night sky above them.]

I guess I should start by kicking Jean's ass a half-dozen times to show him that I've still got it.

[It won't be the same as doing it in a tournament with thousands of people watching, but at least he and Jean will know, and isn't that the most important thing? (Of course, the desolation will catch up with him on his birthday, but right now, he feels a little more spirited than before!)]