The food is ready.Let's go eat with everyone.
Hijiri? I'm coming in.It's fresh off the stove. We're having boiled wild vegetables with soy.......Sorry. I don't have an appetite right now. I'll eat a bit later, thanks.Hijiri's heart was withered and cold.Her one and only blood brother had quietly passed away some nights ago.He lived as a human, died as a human, and left Hijiri to face an immense trial.The meaning of life.
The meaning of death.The value of life. The value of death.
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