Shura said nothing in return, shoulders shaken by contained sobs. Yes. No one could imagine the sheer pain she had gone through, but Naoto understood. She didn't understand the level of suffering involved, no one could, but she understood how lonely it was for her here, how terrible the niceness of the native could feel to her, how difficult it was to reach out to others in her state in this world, how her mental pain was not healed just by coming to a place at peace where the most pressing problem could be solved with hugs.

When Naoto squeezed her hand, she had to use the other to covered her eyes, uselessly trying to hide the big tears rolling down her cheeks. Sometimes all a demon needs is a little human compassion.