[ The video pans back to the forest, and lingers before coming to a close. Nothing green is left - gray ash, crumbling bones. He can almost smell it, and buries his face in Niwatori's cloak, a moment of weakness he'll allow himself. There's nobody to respect by continuing to watch at this point. ]
In the heart of the sacred forest, my older sisters alone would have had the power to kill every last one of them. But... violence isn't in our nature.
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In the heart of the sacred forest, my older sisters alone would have had the power to kill every last one of them. But... violence isn't in our nature.