[ Of course, she has no way of knowing what he's thinking. But suffice it to say, her own experience with death is also remarkably unique, albeit in an entirely different way. It's not something she plans to bring up now, not with how upsetting the conversation has already become... but later, perhaps, another day; another chance to figure things out for both of them.

So she's quiet after she speaks, after he speaks, sipping at the tea until he asks how her name is spelled. ]

A-Actually, my parents chose just to write it in kana... I suppose if I were to write... to write it in kanji, I'd use this spelling...

[ She places the cup down for a moment, and traces the letters 紫 and 花 on the back of her hand. ]