[ If there is someone who can't hold her liquor, it is this goddess. How could she? It's her first time drinking anything that's not from the abyss! She has no idea what this is and took her drink with the optional chaser and all. A bad idea, without a doubt. Yet, the anxiety-riddled goddess looks far more comfortable than she usually does. She's smiling to herself and slowly lolling her head from left to right.

And lo, something miraculous happens: she turns to the person next to her and addresses them, engaging in conversation from her own volition! Anyone who doesn't know her may think this is totally normal behavior, but this is truly a most strange thing for this goddess. ]

Hehehe... [She giggles and smiles brightly before closing her hands together in a most excited fashion.] Isn't the sky beautiful? I certainly think it is!

[ There is, noticeably, no sky to be seen since they're inside the monorail. Maybe she's talking about the sky as seen through the windows? Even though they're neither facing it, nor is she even looking at it.

Maybe it's a hint this goddess isn't in her right mind. ]

[ Those flowers are so beautiful... Of course an avid flower enthusiast like her had to kneel by the pond and pick one up. And yet-- Why is it making her feel so sad? Is it because she can never have any in the Underworld...? Impossible, she got over that a long time ago.

It's like there is a hole in her chest and a pain deep within her stomach. Stress...? No, it's not her usual anxiety. It's closer to the feeling of loneliness she is so familiar with, yet it feels so much worse than usual. Usually she can control herself and make sure to hide in a corner deep within her temple before she starts crying, yet today the tears are already welling up by her eyes.

And the pond... That's not herself any more she's seeing in it, isn't it? That's-- ]

... [A woman. Red hair. A smile that's both reassuring and beautiful.] Ritsuka?

[ Love is a truly beautiful. But what if you deny yourself love? What if the object of your affection is someone who will never reciprocate, someone you have decided to never confess to? Someone who deserves so much better than your gloomy self and whom you decided to remain friend with forever, without ever attempting to go for anything else?

Love is a beautiful things. But amplifying such strong feelings that she usually tries to repress? That means she can only break down crying. She can't even hide herself right now. All she hopes is that nobody sees that pathetic display. ]

[ Her room. She needs to go to her room and bury herself under layers upon layers of blankets! But alas, before she can do this, one final obstacle remains in her way: the party.

So many people. All so alive! She could handle discussing with one or two, but that many? No no no no. That's just too much and now that her emotions are under her control again, she knows exactly what she must do. Leave quietly and without a word.

The goddess is walking very close to the walls, trying to look innocuous as she looks for the exit. But-- What is this? A cake? S-She's never had any cake before! She looks left. She looks right. Okay, if she makes a beeline for it, she may be able to grab a piece of that cake, a modest and reasonable slice, before going to her room. And so she does. But: ]

... ... ... Ghaaah!

[ Alas! What she didn't see is your character. And lo, she crashes face first into them, before falling on the ground face-first. ]

G-Guh...

[ Sniff... Why did this have to happen to her? ]