[Heh, the bridges here were safe. Terrible as the bridge into old hell was, it was her bridge and no other would do. Hashihime were finicky sorts. She'd put up with a warm dorm room and roof over her head.

As for the ultimate question of 'why?' She was jealous of everyone and everything.]

You'd be grumpy too if you had my life. Wish I could be noble hearted like that, but it's not in the cards. [...] Thanks.

[She was, at least, capable of thanking someone even if she naturally distrusted the motives of someone reaching out to help her.]