She rises easily with him, but it's only a moment or two after he's released her hand that she finally stops chewing her lower lip in consternation. With people who refused to share their burdens, it was difficult at times to perceive what was a lie and what wasn't. It seemed that, for the moment, he really was fine.

The persona backs away as she mentally accepts this, providing them with a less suffocating amount of personal space. Reimi shakes her head gently, brushing off the requested apology with the action. "It's not your fault. I'm supposed to be watching out for that, not you."

What kind of guardian couldn't even do that much? Not one worth any regard, and certainly not one whose forgiveness was merited for false transgressions. With a half smile, she moves her gaze away to watch the young children dissect the mysteries of their own life.

"And you don't have to feel sorry for me. I made him cry so much he forgot me for a while, but little Rohan grew up to be a famous manga artist. I think that's worth it - even if he's still got an awful personality."

Given the chance to revisit her own past and make any alterations, Reimi knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wouldn't change a thing. If fate had decreed that only one person could escape the Sugimoto house alive, then it had to be Rohan. It would always be Rohan.

The thought makes Reimi laugh, the sound a little sad but utterly free of regrets. She'd done pretty well for a naive teen, she thinks.

"But it's like I said before: justice is a natural part of the world. I had to wait a while, but I set things right in the end."