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Aqua: It's like what my mother left me scatters away. I want to hear it again, yet I don't want to hear it again. One more time... I want to see her, yet I don't want to see her. This kind of feeling, what was it called again?
Kana: Hm?
Aqua: What do you call this kind of feeling again?
Kana: Friend A.
Aqua: You exist inside spring.