She understands. She understands each emotion so well— feels it so deeply within her own heart. The futility of it all, and the overwhelming numbness that comes from accepting that you can't fight against an unfair destiny. Sakura clutches at her chest, remembering each time she's felt so helpless.

"I'm the same," she reminds her. "Even when I should have died, I somehow became a zombie instead... But! Because I was able to go on, even in this form, I met new people who changed my life— who changed me."

She stands up now, tall and proud as she proclaims these words for the both of them to hear. That's right... She was able to change, even if just a little! If she works at it, bad things might continue to happen, but it doesn't have to be the end of the world!

Manners... Manners are so important! Isn't that what her manager is always saying?

"I'm Sakura Minamoto!" she shouts suddenly, clearly putting all of her strength into it. "Good morning!!!"

... It may or may not be morning.