The scent of white plums and blood... Such an odd combination.

The blood is from me, the plums from you. You answered my questions and posed more. Life is never easy.

So, if I had had a weapon, you would have killed me?

I thought about it, and I decided that I could not have killed you.

How long are you going to keep killing?

I stayed silent, and yet my answer was supposed to be there.

It was supposed to be right in front of me.

When will you stop killing?

When will you stop killing?

The answer is right in front of me. It smells like white plums, it smells like blood... Such an odd combination.

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It's cold, and all I can feel is the cool touch of your body. All I can hear is your soft voice, echoing even as you are sent to the Far Shore. All I can taste is the salt of my tears. All I can smell is the scent of blood and white plums... such an odd combination. All I can see is my answer, all I can see is you, right in front of me.

Tomoe.

(When will you stop killing?)