[ As long as she never said anything about what happened between then and between her death, she could tell it like it was a story because she relived that part of her story every day. The murderers had been arrested. They'd been put in jail, they'd faced trial. She'd never seen the end of it, the trials and appeals and retrials in a triple homicide case would take more than the few years she'd had left, but that wasn't the important part. Those three were her family. Yuri was the one who had been responsible for them. Yuri was the one who had made a mistake and destroyed her one chance to save them. Yuri was the one who wasn't able to accomplish a simple task to just be a good older sister.

Even if it wasn't truly her fault, Yuri felt that it was. She blamed the men who'd done it and they'd been arrested and nothing had changed. She'd been alone from that day on. She'd had no one, even though her parents were still alive, she'd been alone. Being alone like that had to be punishment at first. Then after that, it'd been the only way to protect herself from having to risk losing what she'd cared about. ]

Even though I survived, I still died a little bit after I got out of high school, but dying wasn't why I stuck around. Being forced into a place like this because there's no way that I could accept something like that... when I finally met another person who was like me, we fought together and declared war against God. That's what I'm going to go back to because even though everyone there is gone again, there are still a few left and God finally made a move to take us down.

I'm probably the only dead person here you'll meet who wants to go back to being dead. It's not that I'd rather be dead, of course, but I can't just abandon the few people who are left. I can't stop fighting just because I've got a chance at a new life. I already lived the only one I'm supposed to get. There aren't supposed to be do-overs.