We're nobodies, and we're always going to be nobodies, just like Aunt and Uncle. We'll spend our days working until the day we die, and it will never be enough. Mother and Father will never come back, never look at us, never acknowledge us. No one will.

Seeing a blue-throated hummingbee is special, Shiori, because… because… because Mom said so.

Look at them, Shiori! They think they're so special just because they were born with a skill… well, so what! They think that they're special, but they aren't! Life's just easy for them. They don't have to work for it; they don't have to prove themselves. The Sun Spirit just decided to bless them, that's all. So what! I'll show them. I'm special too. Mom and Dad will be sorry they ever left me behind…