The faint feeling of falling and the feeling of going up at the same time made her feel as though she were being stretched and pulled in every direction. A hollow laugh rose in her throat before dying there.
Anguish and joy existed here, in this world, in this hell, in this paradise. Seras had seen many possibilities. She had lived many lives. Some of them were happy ones, and some of them were horrible. Now, she was no longer sure what was real and what wasn't.
Seras looked around her and found that she had returned to the beginning.
"Oh," she whispered, almost as if she had not just been sent back to the very beginning of her journey, as if all the efforts she had made and all the horrors she had endured had never mattered.
