[ . . . . and senri pauses at that, as if trying to decide how much to explain.

once he decides, he lets a smile stretch across his face, perfect and pristine.]

... uh-huh. I like pictures. Once I started to get more famous, people would take all kinds of pictures of me. When I was on stage, with me, I started to have a collection.

My classmates get pictures sometimes too - from their families. Pictures of all of them together, pictures of them when they were younger. Doting, warm ones, from the people who love them. I thought... that must be nice. I thought that whenever I found my family, we'd take a lot of pictures together, to make up for lost time.

... this is the first time I think I got something even close to that.

[and it's a little funny - how senri's expression is perfectly fitted into one of happiness. his expression is bright, and his smile isn't awkward in the slightest.

though there's the slightest glisten in his eye again.]

And I thought... it's nice. To have something as temporary as this, captured for even a second.

[to be given a physical reminder of everything he's going to lose.]