Everything was broken, and she broke everything. Without thought, without meaning, she had destroyed everything around her. Everything she liked, everything she hated, she destroyed everything equally, that was how she had lived.

Everything was broken, and she broke everything. Without thought, without meaning, she had destroyed everything around her. Everything she liked, everything she hated, she destroyed everything equally, that was how she had lived.

Everything was broken, and she broke everything. Without thought, without meaning, she had destroyed everything around her. Everything she liked, everything she hated, she destroyed everything equally, that was how she had lived.

"Why is the world so frail?" she grieved. Everything broke away the moment she got to love it. Everything a wreck even before she got the chance to hate it. She grieved at such a world that she was in.

Her power gave her the time to feel love for things, but she never knew when such things would break, or for how long she might not break them. She had lived such times throughout her life.

Her power gave her the time to feel love for things, but she never knew when such things would break, or for how long she might not break them. She had lived such times throughout her life.

The older sister pitied her and thought, if only she hadn't known love.

That I haven't broken... These lines in this panel are really said the other way around, but it's easier to read this way, right?

...my beloved sister.