[ It's sweet, in a way, that he cares so deeply for that woman that he's carried her memory for years upon years upon years. He, too, might be remembered for that long, or longer, thanks to his accomplishments, but the ones who would have remembered him for himself would be long gone before that point. He would become nothing more than a name in a science textbook, mentioned once in a classroom lesson and never again. He isn't bitter about that, but perhaps Yato may not realize he how much he has done for that woman. ]

Then this memory has become a guidepost for you to keep yourself true to who you wish to be. And that version of you—are they worthy of the contempt you hold for yourself?