Kiriko listened intently, making sure she would remember. It was tragic enough for her to easily remember, and with each sentence her heart dropped more and more. For someone to turn on her supposed love... to see someone be turned and then feel death.... just for the sake of supposed pride? Her eyes started watering at what had happened to him. Finally a tear went down her cheek. What could she do? He was left with those kind of thoughts for hundreds of years.... She moved to hug him but stopped.