"If I didn't want it," she answered, "I wouldn't follow it, then." She'd still want to know; that wish is as natural to her as swimming, especially with that back-of-her-mind sense she's gotten something wrong somewhere along the way.

Kanda was right, though, she reflected. What little has come to her in those glimpses of flashbacks have been things she can't believe in, the smiling senshi and friendly girls; or things too horrific to leave her unchanged, a true Ragnarök. They weren't what she wanted at all. They left her confused, angry.