(blunt) You're Yoisaki Kanade, then? Saki always called you ‘Kanade-oneesan.

(agreeing then frustrated/sad) It is. But I feel so…so useless. I can’t write music, meaning the others have to pick up the slack and I just…feel so…

(Narration) When Saki got it into her head to write their first original song, Shiho found herself practicing her bass at home again, in a way she hadn’t in years. She played and played and played, late into the night, tearing open the well worn calluses on her fingertips and making them bleed anew. The blood most likely would have stained the floor of her room, had Shizuku not come to check on her.