Hijiri knows that so well it hurts, and yet.
She can't understand....Birth, old age, disease and death. People are born and go through their lives carrying the four forms of suffering.
Ghh...!
Why I'm here today. Why I was born. Why I live.
Suffer, age, grow old... and in the end......I'm not sure I really... understand it anymore. My own existence....Forgive me, Toramaru-sama. I made you listen to my rambling....Hijiri...