A bell rolled out of my sleeve, and the tooth marks on it were still mine. A thousand years, and it's always this kind of thing that never fades.

• SoyoYou can't cast silver like that anymore. All the old men who made those bells are dead.
  ShutenThen this is the last one. I'll have to be more careful where I bite from now on.
• NagiThere are still those in the south who remember that sound.
  ShutenLet them remember. Just don't let them call it.