Kita
How many flowers… have you plucked and thrown away… leaving them to shave their heads in despair… and become nuns?
[Feeling at fault after hearing Middle counselor Isonokami had died]
This garden! It’s a fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! All of it! Fake! And so am I!
Okina
Stop it!
It’s my fault everyone’s miserable.
Okina
It’s not your fault! It’s not!
It is my fault. Because I’m a fake!
Okina
Princess!
I never dreamed things would turn out like this.
Okina
Of course not. But it’s not your fault.
