He’s not allowed to see his sister’s death, only its aftermath, and that mass of burned and bloody hamburger meat is more than enough. The witches, all three of them, all tugging against each other along different axes, are agreed in this: as long as he fails to succeed in this battle, this will always be Ange’s fate, slowly, over a period of years, little chunks of her torn off and flung away into the void, until all that pain and grief and loneliness becomes too much to bear anymore.

It’s too late for her to watch him thrust his finger in the face of the Golden Witch and declare that he won’t give up until he’s beaten that smug look off her face, too late for her to do anything at all, but Ushiromiya Battler keeps his promises!