Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter03 a
When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house. Borrowed things, imitated things, made things... It is because a real one was mixed in within all those cooking utensils. While I was playing with this pretty sharp object, I cut myself between the fingers. I returned to my mother with a red hand, I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me. Mother said it must have hurt. I was happy, not because of those words that I did not understand; rather, I was more happy about the fact that mother embraced me, so I started crying with my mother. Fujino, the pain would go away once the cut heals... Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me. I do not know what those words meant... Because not even once did I feel any pain.
3. Remaining Sense of Pain (Ever cry, never life) -Asagami Fujino-
