[Somewhere through all of that, around the point of talking about Watanuki and Orihime and Silver, and a different world, a better world, Hanyuu looks up.
It's slow, and her hands are still cupped around her horns, especially her chipped one, the injury she received from her own daughter so many centuries ago, but over time they fall. The hair on her arms, sticking up, slowly begins to fall.
And it's like... It's like looking in a mirror.
A mirror back to a lonely god, a lonely spirit, a lonely person, finding the good in humanity once more...because she so desperately craved for it to love her back.]
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It's slow, and her hands are still cupped around her horns, especially her chipped one, the injury she received from her own daughter so many centuries ago, but over time they fall. The hair on her arms, sticking up, slowly begins to fall.
And it's like... It's like looking in a mirror.
A mirror back to a lonely god, a lonely spirit, a lonely person, finding the good in humanity once more...because she so desperately craved for it to love her back.]