Silva wasn't typically a curious man. He kept to himself, did his Patch Official duties, and understood his purpose in this life. However, one thing had been weighing on him since it was revealed to him that he was descended from Asakura Hao, just like Yoh was. Who was Patch Hao's wife? A one-shot about the only person Hao had ever loved in any of his lives.

"My name's Hao!" Looking into his eyes for any sign of deception or mocking, ultimately finding nothing but friendliness, the other boy reached out with his hand that he was not coughing into earlier and shook the offered appendage, a small smile of his own blooming onto his lips for the first time since he could remember. "My…my name's Yoh," he replied softly.