To anyone watching, it would seem that Hotaru is merely bearing her grief to a flower growing through the ice. The blossom, like the woman who sits before it, have both survived insurmountable odds to be where they are now. Both are strong, yet need aid at times. Both beautiful.
"Can you protect this life once it is alive? You have not managed it with any of your other children." The flower points out coldly. "And now, before this one is even born, already you are planning to put yourself in harm's way." Without a mouth, the flower manages to tut. "You are not fit to be a mother."
"Can you protect this life once it is alive? You have not managed it with any of your other children." The flower points out coldly. "And now, before this one is even born, already you are planning to put yourself in harm's way." Without a mouth, the flower manages to tut. "You are not fit to be a mother."
