The voices of the children who should have died drove Reimu's spirit into a corner.(No matter how much the child you give birth to suffers, goes crazy, or dies, if it's for the sake of the dignity or pride of a easy life, you're the one who boastfully insisted that it can't be helped, nanoje?) (Hey, if that's what you think, then why not just say it out loud. Your death is a precious sacrifice! Be a stepping stone for Yukkuri who survived!)(Huh? Why are you apologizing?) (In your mind, your children who suffered and died did not hold any grudge against their parents, right?) (That's why you were able to say, "Little Ones don't say such terrible things," right?)"Little Ones... I'm sorry..."Mother Reimu's body stiffened. She couldn't give a reasonable answer. She finally realized who this "baby yukkuri voice" that she heard earlier belonged to. I was reminded. These voices are the voices of the children that my mother once gave birth to and let them die."Ah... ah, ahhhhh..."(How can you understand the feelings of a child if you have never experienced such an thing?) (How can you affirm that "little ones don't say things like that"?) (.....Tell me, Mom.)(With no physical strength left to move, my whole body was attacked by ants, my skin is eaten through and they enter my body, Little by little, I'm shaved away in the midst of intense pain and despair, I don't want it anymore, I want to die, I hope you kill me soon.)(The food that I was finally able to eat in the state of starvation was a very spicy poison, and in the pain of throwing out the contents of my body, which was already small, I writhed while covered in vomit and diarrhea.)(Being crammed into a cramped bed and left for a long time, while being showered with feces and urine from the surroundings and being crushed by the weight from it, the skin tore and the bean-paste flowed out, Even if I cry, no one will help me.)