"Ew… What the fuck!? That's fucking disgusting you fucking bitch! You don't even know what you're saying because you don't even remember the events that well!"
"Oh, but I do."
And even as the smile on Chihiro's face was being blanketed by the violent swaying of her hair; even though her words were being obscured by the harsh winds, I could clearly see the arrogance tracing on her moving lips—as if she truly believed what she was fucking saying.
"The very last life I experienced was mine," Chihiro chuckled, "You see, the way it works when it was Chihiro's turn is that I only experience the life of those who have died—that is why I know that all of my versions died alone without anyone caring for them. My memory couldn't be any clearer, Hannah…
…I saw how you look at your brother. Everyone from the Baby Crew saw it. You remember when he was Paragon?"
The author contemplates as he wrote this chapter, not actually knowing what he was thinking to write it like this. Even he doesn't what got into his head.