Wufei smiled, enjoying the softness of Isamu's words. The more they talked, the more he felt himself understand. More than just the words being spoken, but the implications behind them, as truthful as the man who spoke them. "I wanted to grow rice. My parents would grow old and I would take care of them in the same house they raised me and their parents raised them. Until the day I died, I would grow rice in the humid sun, never missing a thing..." He shook his head. "I envy you the purpose that your life has. Of all the places in the world to never leave, this is one of the best." If he didn't miss his own home so much, he might want to stay here forever as well. However, he knew that for both him and Isamu, it would never end well. He needed to leave as soon as safety and rest permitted, lest he never feel like leaving at all.