O-SODE-SAN
But—we pity you.
OBAA-SAN
I need no pity.—Now my heart is unlocked. The dread Gaki of Kokoru who feeds upon unrest can come to me and feed upon my pain. I care not.
THE TREE
Hai! Hai! Hai!
O-KATSU-SAN
Someone sighs.
OBAA-SAN
Yes. It is my tree. Perhaps there, too, someone in deep distress is imprisoned—as I am imprisoned in this body.—Hai! You do not know. You do not know!