[More than Akko should probably ever know. Fang breathes a quiet, amused huff, glancing up at the unfamiliar stars.]

Maybe not everyone, sure, but you can't be the only person whose heart she touched.

[That seemed impossible. If even now, in her timid hesitation and self-doubt, Chariot could still help others believe, Fang couldn't imagine how brilliant she must've been back then. Would she ever get to see her like that?]

Never saw a show, but think I know the gist of it. Belief is magic, and all that?

[Fang laughs softly, turning her gaze from the sky to her hands, idly flexing her hand, relishing in the way her wrist responded. She was rambling, wasn't she? But the words just kept coming, so Fang speaks on.]

It's tacky, but if you can say it with a straight face, there's something important in it—hope, you know? Hard thing to hold on to, when you need it. Anyone that can give that to you, really make you believe... they're special.

[Fang startles when water splashes against her hand. No—she lifts a shocked hand to her eye, feeling the moisture there. Why... was she crying?]

The hell...?