♡♡♡

[She smiles, trying to image enormous, slowly rotating pinwheels standing among the trees by the water. It's a whimsical and happy image, which matches Sunny's other figments of imagination so far - the ones she's seen, at least.]

I have dreams, yes. Sometimes, I dream that I'm completely different people.

[Her smile turns a little sad. She may no longer harbour her ancestors' memories in her mind, but she still remembers them - not all, but many. She remembers what it's like to be a young prideful boy burning to be emperor, a cutthroat mother determined to get rid of anyone who might endanger her family, an old embittered man who wants to see the world burn. It wasn't pleasant to "be" those people, but she can't reject them, having felt what they feel.]