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When Kensuke asked her about the Pocky she said it was fuel for the fight but she didn’t tell him how.The taste of Pocky was a bittersweet reminder now--of brighter days, of love lost and times gone, of her duty and how she could do it at all costs. And if it was also a reminder of the sweetness of Yomi’s lips, if she licked her own just to remember her taste, that too-fleeting kiss and wrestling Yomi when they were still innocent and neither of them knew what was to come. . .well, then that was her secret.