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- Let it be known to you, Bajena-san, - Ayano said, barely restraining the sudden surge of irritation. - It so happened that my mother - may her soul rest in the light of Kamisama - left this world very early, when I was three or four years old. I don't remember much about her, except that she was very, excessively caring, but what I remember for the rest of my life is how, in a fit of emotion, she scolded my older sister for sitting thoughtlessly on the cold clay floor while reading a book. "What are you doing, why are you torturing yourself?" she cried, bursting into tears, "Hanako-san did the same and now she can't have children." This is my only vivid memory of her. So, answering your question, - no. I apologize for daring to worry about you. Indeed, who am I to give you advice? The irritation was taking on a strange form that the priestess had never felt before - perhaps it was "resentment." Do no good, and you will receive no evil. She turned away and began a series of meditative breathing exercises to calm her emotions.
— Damn... Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... It just suddenly occurred to me...