Horrible, mama...
Imperfect basin, full of aweful bruises, not able-bodied, if there's no hand then there's no feet either.
Similar scene both then and now, dark room, not even the "w" of wish is anywhere.

Dark, cry, dark, cry.

So, finally I got a seven-colored Feather, Father, I'm sorry but I don't want to lose you.
Sacrificing is rather my specialty, what? Is it my little "bother" or "sister" who's beside me

Sorry my baby, it's my own fault.
Allow me ratting on you.
I've nothing to lose.
Oh, I feel lonely….

Impudent, impudent, my bond with "you", was cut by that "guy" dressed in white, "Yes, goodbye
Fine, fine, it's what you want, I'm unwanted, even though I'm all alone I'll achieve throughout my life."

Hey my mother, what are you getting at?
Put a sock in it.
Okay, suit yourself.
I miss you too, mum...