Haruka Yukimura
A serenity quite opposite from Atsuko’s, isn’t it? Atsuko’s silence and stoicism was cold, breathing cold into anybody. But Sister is warm, speaking from her experience and growth to instill warmth in others.
Who knows what the real reason behind their similarities are.
Haruka Yukimura “Hello. Thank you for your concern… she’s very well behaved, though. Just as I remember being at that age, haha…! Quite happy to entertain herself with just books.”
She chuckles airily, voice full of warmth.
“….That’s good to hear. I know it’s been very difficult for… many of you, to face their child selves… I can appreciate that that child is a well-mannered one. But by all means, if you’d like me to read a story or speak with her, just let me know.”
Thank you Flaruka!
Haruka Yukimura “What a coincidence. I… knew a woman who reminds me of you. She borrowed this scarf, once.”
What a coincidence, indeed. By now, Sister thinks she knows who Haruka is talking about… And to make matters worse, Haruka is reminiscient in personality and general aura to her.
“……I…. have an inkling what you might be talking about. I’ve… heard murmurs.” If R.N.A. and Viper saying all that counts as ‘murmurs,’ then yes. “That woman… had excellent taste as well, then.”
She’s silent for a moment.
“If it’s any consolation to you, you remind me of someone I once knew, as well.” And cared about a great deal. It’s still difficult, even now, to think about her. And him, who came before her.
