Once you've driven a drunken father to mom's parole hearing, what else is there?
She wasn't discouraged nor did she cry at her fate.
She was beautiful.
She didn't bow to anyone and fought them all by herself.
She was noble.
She shone brightly, like a divine figure.
I needed someone like her.
Frederica Bernkastel, in a poem about Rena Ryuuguu, Higurashi no Naku Koro ni
Whenever life knocks me down, I get right back up again. It's bound to get tired eventually.
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