Kagura sadly realized that she was not like the wind at all. For she knew now that the wind was free and happy, unlike her. The wind would never be caught in anything, because it was everywhere and anywhere it wanted to be. The wind felt nothing except for exhilaration as it zoomed by the world, not getting ensnared in the problems of others.
The wind didn't need help, didn't ever want the compassion of another. The wind couldn't hate or love, but Kagura could. The wind wasn't controlled or carefully watched, like Kagura was. But most importantly, the wind was just the wind. And Kagura wasn't.
The wind, Kagura thought, was the exact opposite of her.