[ Shoko watches as Yingying's gaze falls away, as her demeanor shifts. It hadn't been her intention, expressly, to take the smile off of her face, but she always worries about everyone else. What of them, who worry about Yingying?

Wishes really are their own burden, aren't they? To hold the hopes of her loved ones, and to have done so for so long, so long after those loved ones lived... Maybe it's not quite the same as bearing the burden of their world's safety and balance - the kind of burden that she once watched Gojo shoulder by himself - but it's a lonely life, all the same. ]

Isn't it time live for yourself, too, Yingying? Your family, your village... they live on through you. Your wish would be their wish, too.