Okay, that's it. You're getting a hug again, Kubo, your mother's arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders.

"I know. I wish those things, too, so much." She pulls back again. "Wishing does not make them so. We should never forget the past, but we can't live there. We are here, and it's a whole new quest for both of us."

Right. That's enough of the heavy stuff for now, in Sariatu's opinion. She stands, pulling Kubo to his feet with her, and moves towards the abandoned shamisen. "Now, I'd like to hear more of that song you were playing. I didn't recognize it."