[It's...heavy. It's a huge weight that he's carrying, and Mio doesn't know if she'll actually be able to lift any of it in tandem with him even after he's told her. But she still sits there, hands held placidly, and listens to the entire thing. At the very least, she can understand fully now the loneliness of being born with one sole purpose.

She can't wrap her mind around wishes being a thing that come true on a whim rather than things you carry with you and think you're unlikely to ever see. They're the siblings to hopes and dreams - beautiful, but not to him.]

There are already people after you who would hurt others to get what they want, aren't there? You've already seen what they're willing to do.