Something different might be nice, just to separate from what once was--that previous iteration who has only ever been the disappointment in Bodhi's face and writing on a page. That Kira who meant so much to people he hadn't met, might never meet. That Kira who lived in New York, that Kira who thought maybe this ride had a point where he could jump off. A solution, a way home.

Home is where they're put. He believes it more with each day, each revelation and challenge.

And, the length does wonders to hide that hook of a scar, on the side of his head. Voicing none of that, he tilts his head in her grip, mouth quirking at one edge. "Maybe I just want to give you more to grab onto."