Being a Soul Reaper, Botan was more than used to dealing with death. Still, from time to time, she felt the need to depressurize. To relief the tension. On those days, she would sneak in the maternity wing of any hospital and, in spiritual form, head straight to the newborn's room.
The babies were the only ones that could see her, and they would blink their eyes and cock their heads to the sight of that strange and giggling blue-haired girl.
Botan could spend hours in their company, admiring their pure souls.
Those, she thought, were the most jubilant days.