[He is transfixed by the sight, his lips parting in wonder as the flower...opens. Hijikata will find his fall somewhat cushioned by Xingchen - he won't let his friend hit the ground directly, at least. His arms stay around him even when he is clearly in one piece.]

I believe...you died.

[His voice shakes, anxious, and he makes himself let go, reaching for the basket.]

This is where we go when we are...reborn. I heard about the flower-field and I saw your transmission. I didn't want you to wake alone.