When I think back, I said something pretty awful.

I can't forget the look on Kanako-sama's face.

But for me, I was aware of my place... And I was proud of it.

That the thing that was keeping them from fading away

Was me listening to them, talking to them, touching them, communicating with them.

I was proud of being the offering that kept the gods alive.

And before I knew it, it had become my foundation.