The ravens actually get a laugh out of him. Shiro plucks off a couple more chunks of bread to toss. It's nice, actually. Just feeding birds. A normal experience? Who ever would have thought?

"Only two?" he asks. But there's no challenge in the question. None whatsoever. It's amusement, pure and simple. "I'm almost jealous."

Almost. He wouldn't trade the ragtag pack of teenage heroes for anything. Especially not now. Them, or the kids who'd grown up in town with him.