[It's true, isn't it? The only way to never exist is to have one's story be lost to emptiness. Hadn't that been why she'd gone to the Nameless Woods to begin with?



She carefully tucks the flowers together, and then stands, dusting herself off and moving towards him.]

I don't know about that. This sort of thing... I think it's what any normal person would do.

Shall we take these back to him?