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Tsukiko tore a piece of cloth and bandaged Rikii’s wound. Then she approached Ren and covered his eyes. Again, she witnessed someone’s death. Nihonka listened to her heart – had it been touched, even now? Well, perhaps for a second, it seemed that yes, sadness welled up in her throat. Then she was on the right path. Or maybe it was just an illusion, and she mistook her usual anger at everything for sadness. If possible, Tsukiko dresses the fallen comrade in his do-maru and takes his weapon. “Alas, but we could not save him. I will have to be a little… overly practical, but I think that’s what needs to be done. In any case, I mourn Ren, and may his spirit rest with the ancestors.”