Once inside the forest he looked all around at the beauty. It truly was a graceful world, and he was always one for admiring nature. A single inchworm hanging from a tree caught his eye. He glanced over to see that Kotami was still nearby, admiring a patch of flowers. He turned back to the inchworm and lifted up his finger to try and coax it into climbing onto his hand. As it latched itself to his hand he began to observe as it crawled around in its silly way.

"Such a fascinating creature." He said aloud to himself, "So unique in a world full of differences. I walk on two legs and you walk like a slinky. To some gods you have no soul, but to some you do. To me, you're just as strange to this world as I am. And if I have a soul, then you must as well."