Hanako was used to dealing in half-truths and omissions himself, so Dankovsky’s words certainly ring false.

The boy hums, but instead of goading him about, he simply makes an observation.

“In that case, you truly haven’t found what you are searching for.”

Tangible, incorporeal… it didn’t matter. Whatever one sought out, they did so with their full yearning, and the moment that they found it? They would know.

Or so Hanako assumed.

“I’d offer answers, but I doubt have any worth mentioning.” Plus Dankovsky was most likely going to take anything Hanako said with a giant spoonful of salt. The boy’s own fault, he supposed, even if the thought made him smile.