On nights when the offerings run short, I start coming apart from the fingertips. I pull my sleeve down not out of shame, but because human eyes frighten easily.

• Granny SuzuI hear you told them to skip the rite, looking the way you do. A hungry god's lies only grow.
  HisuiThe old woman had a sharp tongue a thousand years ago too.
• KohakuI'll find rice somehow, I always do. So please don't go down the mountain alone at night.
  HisuiThe rice you bring back always belongs to someone else, so it never tastes right.