She wasn't sure what to think of all this. She'd... died. That was itself something weird to consider. She'd only been in her forties, which she took offense at. She'd been with the Prime Minister not long ago... had something happened? Was there an attack? Was Mana okay? Alice, Makoto, Aguri, Regina...? Not knowing was going to kill her... ahaha, probably a bad turn of phrase. But in any event, it was starting to look like the world would have to deal with being down a Precure. Raquel was... markedly absent, for the moment.

The brochure at her side was another thing to wonder about. If she was going to be reincarnated, she didn't object too much to this particular "other self"; a little withdrawn, in need of a shot of self-esteem... maybe she could inspire it in this girl, if she ever found a way to communicate her memories forward. Her trust in the world, in her important people... those were things she wanted, more than anything else, to send on to this new self. Knowledge was nice, but without anyone to share it with, it was meaningless.

Winter Adamas. Rikka could only hope that the girl she would become... would eventually be a worthy successor to her soul.

That came later, though. For now, she wanted to mingle a little, with these other people who had met untimely ends, and maybe get a cup of tea. Even if it isn't Alice's, it calms her down, and that's something she suspects she'll be needing soon.

[Replies may come from diamondlight in addition to Winter's journal.]