"Miharu, you can still bring Yoite back . . . You can be with your beloved Yoite again . . . Miharu," Fairy whispers, her voice commanding Miharu's thoughts. His eyes become glazed over as he becomes progressively enticed by the idea.
"Yoite . . . With me?" Miharu rhetorically asks, echoing what Fairy said.
Suddenly he sees only the image of the Shinra Banshou, letters and symbols surround him in a matrix of secrets. Fairy is not far from Miharu, her red eyes gazing at him with a satisfactory appeal in the depths of her manipulating, crimson irises. Her smile is apparent as she gains the power to control Miharu's thoughts, to will Miharu to wish for something of her.
"Yes, Miharu, he can be with you again . . . All you have to do is use me," she murmurs, saying the alluring idea in a seductive, serious tone.
". . . Use you?" Miharu mutters wistfully. Cocking his head to the side slightly, he tries to make sense of these words. Why… Why did the meaning of her words evade him?
"Miharu, all you have to do is wish for Yoite by your side again . . ." Fairy urges.
Miharu, in an entranced state, turns to face Fairy with a vacant expression. "Fairy . . ?"
"What is it, Miharu?" She moves to his side, gently taking his face into her hands and caressing his hair. Her eyes widen in anticipation as he opens his mouth ever so slightly to speak.
"What . . . Will happen?"
Fairy takes a moment to respond, only pausing for a fraction of a second before whispering in his ear, "You will be with Yoite again."
"Ah . . . I'd- I'd like that . . . To be with Yoite . . ." He smiles longingly at the thought, his emotions clouding his vision of anything but wishful thinking.
"Then wish for it Miharu!" Fairy hisses, feeling the confidence of having achieved her goal. Faint waves of power begin emanating from her, and her white kimono hangs about her in such a way that it seems she is floating. Her snowy hair waves around her like tendrils, giving her monochromatic appearance a sense of pure beauty.
"Fairy, I wish . . . For Yoite to be by my side again . . ." Miharu murmurs softly.
"Good, Miharu . . !" Fairy laughs, her voice echoing inside his head louder than his own thoughts.
Everything blurs, as if he'd suddenly been submerged in water. The only thing he has a clear sight of is his vision of Yoite, smiling at him with a warm, loving expression. He reaches out to the image carefully, as if it is breakable to even the most delicate touch.
"Yoite . . ." Miharu manages to breathe before being completely enveloped in darkness.