On the way back, Tsukiko tried to force out at least a single tear, but couldn't. She wanted to punch herself in the heart and beat out of herself this nastiness that made her callous. Then she shifted her anger towards this Laida.
"Again and again, the people I care about die. Again and again, I can't do anything to prevent it. The world is so cruel... I need to become stronger. I simply must. For Taro, for my mother, for the Temple, for Libya, for everything I care about. I don't believe I'll be able to cleanse my own heart of evil, as Masanori advised. I've never heard of anyone recovering from the influence of Kirishima. But that doesn't matter – the main thing is that people like Laida shouldn't live. And I will try to make sure they don't. That will be my contribution to reducing evil in the world."
-- It's funny, -- she said to Yukimura. -- Today, I was already in a guard building, although not yours. I asked to be accepted as a volunteer to monitor order at public events... But I was told that... it wasn't necessary.
-- It feels like all the world's misfortunes have fallen on me... And on those I care about.