Togusa raises his teacup and blows across the surface, before taking a test sip. Mm.

"Do you think your own soul is at any kind of risk? If helping out these fragmented souls, guiding them along, letting them remember themselves from our lives? If it's the only way to help them, I'll gladly help. It almost feels like our duty to, respect to the ancestors and all."

"But while I struggle, from the outside, it looks like you've got the souls fitted in neatly, transitioning from one to another. Or maybe you're just in better harmony with both those lives?"