Maybe they're waiting for spring. [ Birds do dumb-ass things like that.

Shijima watches Lumina, curious; she remembers the vague mentions of chaos from their first conversation, but still. ]

I don't think it's a bad thing. Making plans. I never do it myself, but in your shoes, I suppose I would. [ Shijima doesn't want to make plans. Be attached. It'd make it hard, someday, to die. Lumina's not smiling as much now, though, so she changes the topic. ]

What plans do you have for a couple of them?