Though Hanyuu meant well, her words weren't quite reaching Rika's heart. She had thought that this world would be different - well, it was different, in every aspect, but it was as if Fate was laughing at her for even thinking that being in a different world would level the playing field. But no, it was as hopeless as ever.

Hope... what did she know of hope?

"What's the point? Even if I were to return to Hinamizawa, I will be killed anyway. But," The styrofoam cup she was gripping started to crack under her grip. "I'd rather die there, in my home, then here in some godforsaken asylum!"

The cup broke and juice splashed all over her hand, making Rika realize the extent of her anger. The too-old child sat still for a moment, before taking a napkin and started to dab at the puddle dripping off the table.

"I am sorry, Hanyuu. You're right; we're alive. That's the best we can get." Rika mumbled. She missed Keiichi; although Hanyuu's words were always true, Keiichi had a way of twisting them and making them believable.

But maybe it was just because he was her trump card; without him, she had nothing.