[That gives Hiroto pause, as he pulls his naginata out and unfolds it, regarding it with a look that is a mix of sadness and bitterness.

It's a perfect replica of her weapon, the one that was stolen off of her grave, but it isn't the same one. And now it is stained with blood. The blood of so many people it should not have on it.

The points? He doesn't care. And he has his own weapons at home, but...

He closes his eyes and holds the weapon out.]

Take it.

I'll send your points or whatever.