Eva watches Sakura goes and sighs, deep in her chest and stomach. Well, she botched that one. Probably she shouldn't have gone for a reassuring touch. She knows as well as anyone the defensive fences they put up around their own bodies.

That the garden is lovely is a lie. Eva looks out on it now and sees only the gashes in the earth from her fingernails, the upturned soils, the roots of weeds still lingering in the holes their tops were pulled from.

She shrugs one shoulder and continues to dig.