How could she restore life to the dead? It was impossible. And yet...

No, she closed her eyes, stopping the thought before allowing it to bloom fully in her mind. She was a shinigami. It was unnatural for any of them to be restored to life on this world in the first place. She distinctly remembered being disturbed by that fact when she'd first heard about it. But that was before she lost the person she loved.

Even if the thought didn't come to fruition, it had still taken seed in the back of her head, and would soon grow into a desperate sort of hope, wild and unrealistic but better than giving into despair.

"I wish I could believe as you do," she murmured. "Without a plan, I can't move forward. I wouldn't know the first step to even take right now."