[A sharp breeze is all the warning Eikichi gets before her hand clenches into a fist. She yanks harshly away, only barely letting go before she does.]

He was taken from me! [The wind begins to whistle as it stirs, picking leaves and sticks off the ground with it. ] He wished to return, and the heathens ripped him from of my grasp!

[A bestial noise rises through the wind, equal parts howl and typhoon, and for a moment it seems as though a storm might actually break out. But it dies down, slowly but surely, until only a cold and harsh wind remains.]

He died, shunned and abandoned, where I could not reach. Is that the life you wish for?