"I...I don't know how to grow my heart like that." Yuki's answer is barely above a whisper, and a tear touches the corner of one eye, but does not fall. She does not cry, not here. She just doesn't know where to go yet.

"I feel like...I had an aunt back home who would make big meals and all the family would show up all the time. But I don't know how to cook and I...back home I don't think my generation is ever going to be able to afford big houses like she had until she dies and passes it on to someone. And...and I never really thought about why everyone shows up anyway and now that I do I'm not sure that it's just that the food is good and the space is nice, even though it isn't not those things either." Yuki gets all tangled up in her sentence and pauses, staring at her redrawn heartblade, her axe that she balances horizontally in her two hands. She doesn't pull at it, just stares, brow furrowed and eyes deep in thought.

"Maybe...you'll have to show me. What blade I became? I don't think I can see it. When I look at this axe, now, it doesn't feel like I've become anything more than what it is. And all I hear is that rot dragon asking me if I'm some kind of lumberjack knight."