Hijiri's heart was withered and cold.Her one and only blood brother had quietly passed away some nights ago.......Sorry. I don't have an appetite right now. I'll eat a bit later, thanks.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.The meaning of life.
The meaning of death.The value of life. The value of death.He lived as a human, died as a human, and left Hijiri to face an immense trial.