Akako wasn't the most optimistic person. She liked to think of herself as a realist. She didn't bother with childish naivete, and under normal circumstances she didn't respond well to such talk.

But... seeing as it was Hakuba, there was something different about it this time.

With a weary sigh, she leaned forward and rest her head against Hakuba's chest. She could feel his heart beating, and couldn't help but notice that it sounded weary as well.

It had been a long week. She felt like crying. But if she did...

"I don't ever want to see her again," the witch said sternly.