[Man...it is strange to have someone retell you a memory of yours, especially when he knows Clay was never there. He lowers his head a little, recalling that day, recalling that coat.]

Yeah...I remember all that.

[There's sadness to him, it reminds him that he still misses Mana, but he still smiles a little. The memories have long stopped hurting him as much as they used to. And at least Clay was able to see one of the good times]

...He was really tall, I'd still be shorter than him. And I hated how cute the coat looked, but it was really warm and well made. Mana spent all the extra money he had made street performing to afford it.

I...stopped wearing it after he died, I had grown out of it anyway. [As an aside, as if he hadn't really thought about it] I wonder what my Master did with it.