[How much must a person go through before they can grow up? What did becoming an adult truly mean? Kiana had now shed her innocence and immaturity, gaining composure and a sense of responsibility.]
[Watching Kiana slowly grow up, to me... Honkai was no longer just a manga. It had become part of my life. I couldn't even bear to imagine the day it ended.]
[Whenever a newcomer was talked into joining the fandom and cried their eyes out after getting stabbed by the plot, tens of thousands of old readers would be shedding tears while their lips curled wildly upward. But! Go ahead and cry! Having your defenses shattered was nothing to be ashamed of.]
[Teacher Himeko became blazing fire, illuminating the pitch-black sky for us. She became a star and stayed by our side. She would be watching us from the sky [#crying hard] [#crying hard]!]
[If you weep because you missed the sun, you will miss the stars as well. But... but, Teacher Himeko, the tears really won't stop. [#teary-eyed]]
[Thinking of Father Otto's final words: "I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept the faith." They fit anywhere.]
[But in the end, what could we do? Like passersby, we could only watch tragedy after tragedy unfold before our eyes, powerless to stop it. We were merely spectators, listening to others tell their stories.]
[But Teacher Stars could. The brush was in her hands; she was the one creating these tragedies. So—we could threaten Teacher Stars!]
After reading through a few comments, Rita turned to look at Griseo, who was being held in Mashiro Shiina's arms beside her.
This little one was seriously incredible!
She looked like she understood nothing, with such an obedient and sensible expression. Yet when it