It's a peaceful day in the modern sect. The sky is a brilliant blue, swathed with great masses of puffy clouds. The grass underfoot, coating the rolling hills, is a vibrant shade of green.
Sitting in the sun-dappled shade, Mirai seems to be spaced out. Her mouth is barely moving. She's definitely talking, but to whom? There's no one else around, and she's talking rather quietly.
If you choose to approach, you can eavesdrop on her one-sided conversation.
"You can't still be asleep right? It's been several days.
"I know-- I know. We don't talk much. Still jus-- shh, let me finish."
Mirai stares forward for a heartbeat, silent. Then she continues.
"I remembered something."
"I... had an older brother. He was an assassin too; a mortal one. I didn't quite understand it at the time."
"His name was Sieg, and he looks a whole lot like you."
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If you turn into a flower
You must be the most delicate ever
Even if you bloom just occasionally
You're the only perfect flower for me