If either girl was expecting a response from the small shinigami, they would be disappointed. Momo did not hear them as she held the burnt and chewed up body to her. The tears still fell, but the loud sobbing had gone away as she was simply too exhausted to cry that hard anymore. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she vaguely noted the presence of the shinigami she did not know, the one she wasn't familiar with.

She didn't care. She didn't respond. She simply sat there, covered in blood that was not her own, with her face buried in that one unsoiled patch of hair.