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( In Which Sayo's Not Been Doing As Well )
She's been going for late night walks at 12, 1, 2 in the morning, on the bridge near her housing. This particular night, she finds herself watching the stars a little earlier than she usual has been--is it really only 8?--and recalls her conversation with Ginko, the night she'd learned of her husband. And before she knew it, she was leaned over the railing, hands clasped tightly, crying her eyes out.
It's so difficult.
Why won't I forget what I want to forget?
. . .
The next morning, on her way to work, she she hears a little shuffling noise behind her—followed by quiet chirps. When she turns to look at them, she finds four baby... quails? They were quails, but she didn't know what they were at all. All she did know was that they were babies.]
...Oh, dear...
[She walks clear across the village with them trailing her, and finally she stops... and despite her worry for where the heck their mother is, an appreciative smile breaks across her face. A little while later, she breaks the depressed routine of sitting and hoping for something good to happen, she asks a question to the public:]
[Voice]
...What sort of creatures do you have in your world?
In mine, we have little creatures that not everyone can see with their eye... They're called mushi, and they cover the forests from top to bottom. I've heard they have many roles and different ways of living... but I've admittedly never been able to see them. I wish I could, though... I think such types of life would be amazing to see.
She's been going for late night walks at 12, 1, 2 in the morning, on the bridge near her housing. This particular night, she finds herself watching the stars a little earlier than she usual has been--is it really only 8?--and recalls her conversation with Ginko, the night she'd learned of her husband. And before she knew it, she was leaned over the railing, hands clasped tightly, crying her eyes out.
It's so difficult.
Why won't I forget what I want to forget?
. . .
The next morning, on her way to work, she she hears a little shuffling noise behind her—followed by quiet chirps. When she turns to look at them, she finds four baby... quails? They were quails, but she didn't know what they were at all. All she did know was that they were babies.]
...Oh, dear...
[She walks clear across the village with them trailing her, and finally she stops... and despite her worry for where the heck their mother is, an appreciative smile breaks across her face. A little while later, she breaks the depressed routine of sitting and hoping for something good to happen, she asks a question to the public:]
[Voice]
...What sort of creatures do you have in your world?
In mine, we have little creatures that not everyone can see with their eye... They're called mushi, and they cover the forests from top to bottom. I've heard they have many roles and different ways of living... but I've admittedly never been able to see them. I wish I could, though... I think such types of life would be amazing to see.
