Ichi's only thirty, and he's already familiar with the sentiment, even if many of the people he's cared about have met an untimely end. He's finishing the massage and once he's done, he lifts his hands from The Shadow's shoulders.

"They fought beside you." He gives a solemn nod as he reaches out to the coffee table, carefully finding the sake bottle and cups. He pours a small amount into each, hardly more than a swallow, and holds one out to The Shadow.