"Yes... exactly," Wendy agreed, a smile creeping across her features. "I cannot know the feeling... I am hollow without Abigail... but I admire the beauty of your final moments. The sincerity... I feel lucky to have seen it," she explained, before glancing again at the frozen image of Akechi being dragged into a party with friends. After a moment, she gestured towards the other hazy memory of the crows. "Did you know that a murder of crows in the trees symbolizes a spirit caught in between worlds? I think that moment as well is apt."