THE TREE
I do not wish to come.
THE GAKI
I bid you come!
[When he touches the trunk of the tree, Aoyagi steps forth. She is small. Her little body is swathed in brown and from her arms hang long sleeves like the branches of the weeping willow. At first she shrinks. Then freedom takes hold on her and she opens her arms wide.
THE GAKI
You are free.
AOYAGI
Free!
THE GAKI