Yuzu is silent in the way to the Shomonkai facility. Her heart beats so harshly, though, that Kazuya wants to warp his arms around her to calm her down and tell her that it's alright. Her hair is a mess and she does not bother to tie it back up, her knees scratched and bruised and she pays them no mind, her scars from the Lockdown visible on her skin and she makes no attempt to conceal them. Her heart beats so harsh and so fast, her blood vessels almost popping and sweat is running down her neck, yet she walks in a such a calm and seemly careless way. She's become strong. She's become lovely. Lovelier. She is a war veteran and a normal girl coexisting in a single body, mind and soul, harmoniously. And she is so human. She is not a goddess or angel or any of these mummified concepts, but a human, complex and humble, proud and powerful, fragile yet, like a willow, would bend but not break.