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Dry air hits Maki's dry face; all the freshly shed tears she'd spent the brutal nights of her youth silencing are no longer of use to her.
A small, silly part of her that she thought she'd already discarded had hoped to meet Kaito here one last time, entertained that she could delude herself into believing he wasn't really gone. And though it's not the same, as Shuichi, Himiko and Tsumugi approach her and her stuttering heart, she understands that he does too.