Yama sat cross-legged on his bed and flipped over the pages of the book. What shocked him was the handwriting of the translator was 99% similar to his own. The coloured pictures were drawn beautifully. He did not mind the names of the plants being strange; they were Arcadian plants after all. When the sun had half-disappeared behind the mountains, he went to the desk, lit up a lamp and continued to read, unaware that Harlock was watching him from the doorway.

The human's lids started to drop after he had gone over about half of the book. He rubbed his eyes and looked up, just to find Harlock there.

'What are you doing here?' Yama asked as he closed the book. He stood up and walked towards the Elf.

Harlock's head dropped. 'I'm sorry for what happened this morning.'

Yama was stunned, unsure how to react. The Elf had been standing there for hours just to say sorry?

'Why do you apologise?' he asked.

'What I have done isn't right.'

'It...it's okay for me, you don't have to apologise,' Yama put a hand on Harlock's shoulder.

Harlock fixed his gaze on the human's hand in disbelief. 'But it's not right,' he reached for Yama's hand and pulled it down at Yama's side and holding. His hand was callused but warm, 'even you think it is okay.' He released the human's hand.

'So… Am I supposed to forgive you?'

Harlock answered by staring at the human.

'Okay, then. I...I forgive you,' Geez, Yama thought, was it that hard to communicate with him?

The Elf looked at him for a longer time before waving his hand, telling Yama to follow him. The human stayed on his spot, not knowing what to do.

Harlock turned to face Yama. 'Take your book with you. I know a spot where you can see all plants mentioned in it.' He turned again, walking down the corridor. When he realised that Yama was not following, he returned to the human's room and held his hand, tugging it and saying: 'Come on, I'm sure you'll like it.'

'But,' hugging the book close to his chest, Yama wanted to go too, 'it'll get dark very soon.'

'Don't worry, Yama,' Harlock started to pull. 'The moon is bright enough.'

Sighing, Yama knew no matter what he said, Harlock would bring him to the place he had talked about, and in fact he really wanted to go, so he let the Elf guide him.

Yama had decided to trust Harlock anyway.

'Are we going back now? I'm falling asleep,' Yama yawned. He was sitting with Harlock on the grassland surrounded by the forest, reading the book using the lamp and the silvery moonlight. Harlock watched the human and he could not help but think of the similarity of him and Logan.

'Come here,' he pulled Yama up but found out the eyes of the human were closed already, the book slipping from his hands. Controlling the wind, Harlock held the book in mid-air as he wrapped his arms around the small form. Walking was too slow, so he flew to the treehouse he had built with Logan a hundred years ago, put Yama on the floor, rolled him in a blanket and slipped a pillow under his head, lying down next to the human afterwards. The moonlight added more beauty on Yama, Harlock thought. He reached for the human, but recalling the event this morning, he stopped and rolled to the far side of the house, facing Yama with his back. He tried to shut down any thoughts about Logan which came before his eyes, but he found himself applying them on Yama, and the thought was taking over him. He shut his eyes, trying to go to sleep, but found himself couldn't. He missed Logan, honestly, the deceased human's smile still floating in his mind like a ghost.

A sudden movement of Yama cut Harlock's thoughts. The Elf sat up, finding Yama twisting and rolling around, his brow furrowed. Harlock reflexively hugged him and held his head close to his chest, muttering 'it's okay; it's just a dream's into his hair. Yama slowly relaxed in Harlock's embrace and snuggled deeper into it. Harlock put him down because he was afraid that Yama would be scared again waking up with a body sticking next to him.

A familiar shadow told Harlock about Zarvelah's arrival. The Guardian was leaning against the doorway leading to the balcony with his arms crossed. Harlock stared at the man with tan skin for a while before deciding to have a talk with him. He walked towards the immortal and they sat on the fenceless balcony, their legs dangling in midair.

'He is Logan,' Zarvelah began in Elvish. 'He just fulfil his promise using a different name.'

Harlock did not speak; instead, he looked across the endless grassland. Zarvelah mirrored his action.

Harlock did not want to break the silence, to be honest, but in front of the Guardian, he knew he did not have to hide any feelings.

'He doesn't remember anything,' he said. 'If he does, he shouldn't be that happy in this field. And do you know what happened this morning?'

'I do,' the Guardian replied. He looked up on the sky, the moon reflecting in his black eyes. 'But more accurately, it happened yesterday morning. It's past midnight now. And you had the first nice sleep since ten months ago, right?'

Both male fell into silence and into their separate deep thoughts. It was Harlock who came back to reality first.

'Have you heard about Isky?' he asked.

Zarvelah closed his eyes. After a long time, he reopened them. 'Yes.'

Harlock winced. 'After ten years of disappearance?'

'She just contacted me an hour ago,' the Guardian replied, 'and she brought some news.'

'Good or bad?' the Elf asked. Throughout the years he had learnt about the habit of the other Guardian. Her good news might be bad to him, and her bad news might be good. She was too logical to analyse what were good and what were bad in a normal Elf's perspective.

'Neither good nor bad,' Zarvelah sighed. 'She...she knows the relay point of the humanoids. If you go to destroy it all humanoids will self-destruct together with their weapons and you'll be safe. She is now confirming if the coordinate is real or not, so you still have time to prepare.'

'How does she know that?'

'She refuses to tell,' the Guardian sighed again. 'You know, she always has her own way.'

Again, silence. Harlock suddenly had an urge to jump down and escape from the world he was living in.

'Don't do that, Harlock,' Zarvelah laid a hand on the Elf's shoulder and smiled. 'Logan's back in the form of Yama. Don't waste the hundred years' of waiting.'

'It's useless if he doesn't remember,' Harlock's head dropped. 'I scared him.'

Zarvelah did not answer to that. Harlock knew he was waiting for an elaboration. 'But he was so warm,' he felt tears swimming in his eyes, 'so warm that I can't help myself. I...I can bury myself in that warmth forever.'

'It's normal, Harlock,' Zarvelah pulled the breaking Elf close. 'It's completely normal. As soon as you are an Elf you have emotions.'

Harlock buried his nose into Zarvelah's shoulder. He knew the kind Guardian accepted him no matter what happened to him.

You can come out now, Logan, Zarvelah said in his mind, and then a figure, pale and luminous as the moon but transparent, rose from the wooden floor of the balcony, forming into a Memory of a human. The Memory sat down next to Harlock so that the sobbing Elf was between him and the Guardian. He hugged Harlock from behind and laid his head on his shoulder.

It's okay, Harlock, he closed his eyes as his body started to fade. As a human Memory, he could not stay long if he touched an Elf. I'll always be there to protect you. Now sleep well, and forget your sorrows.

He disappeared completely. Zarvelah also faded afterwards, leaving Harlock alone without being noticed.

What Harlock needed, they knew, was rest. A very, very long rest.

But he is not allowed to do so until a very long time later, when he has forgotten love can bring happiness, Isky checked the pocket watch. Its hands looked like they were not moving at all, but she knew they were moving slowly, so slowly that he still had a long, long time.

And she had no intention to speed it up. She knew Harlock was destined to break the rule of transmigration. To do that, he had to suffer in his mortal life.

Yama had the worst dream ever.

In his dream, Harlock and a teenage girl were surrounded by humanoids. When they separated, he followed Harlock. The Elf fought bravely even he was outnumbered, but his bravery did not save him from getting hurt. As a stupid humanoid cut his leg, he fell down and the robots were going for the kill. He screamed, trying to help the injured Elf, but without succeed.

The girl finally appeared. With a wave of her hand, all humanoids flew into mid-air and exploded. Harlock, his clothes tattered and his body covered with blood, was laying on the grass, unconscious. The girl yelled at Yama and told him to bring Harlock to a safe place. Scared by her eyes, he picked the Elf up and ran, not stopping until he was out of breath. When he could not hear the gunshots, he carefully placed the Elf on the grass and realised the latter was not injured at all and was wearing the dress.

'It's okay, Yama,' Harlock embraced the surprised human, combing his hair with his fingers. 'It's just a dream.'

'Just a dream…' Yama repeated and closed his eyes, leaning into the warmth. Part of him told him to push away, but part of him knew Harlock truly meant it.

'I like you Harlock,' he muttered before falling into deep sleep.