"And you know your sin. You know... why this happened?" Beatrice asks, staring at him. She wants to break down. To cry in relief. To embrace him again because he does understand. He does, he does. She is Beatrice. And she is also Sayo and Yasu and Shannon and Kanon and all those other masks that were worn throughout Sayo's life. She is a piece of another soul, spun off into its own magical existence.

Despite all who she was, Beatrice is who she is. And he sees that.

Please, let this not be a dream. She's not going to cry. Not yet. She refuses.