"Perhaps... I just hate to put it on her like that." Even if Himeka is a friend, and would probably have absolutely no problem doing it if she'd asked.

She props her chin in her hands against her knees. "I don't know. It's just something to think about. That scrawled little scrap I found sounded so eerie..." she's looked at it enough she has it memorized, almost like a poem. "Ever searching, ever longing... Lost and greedy, wails of mourning. What has been found is never enough, her reach is vast and cutting."