...yes, that's...I recognize this drawing. [Kyrie takes the drawing, looking at it with an expression that is hard to read. Maybe it's because she's not the type to be gushy] My daughter, Rudolf and I. She made it not too long before I had to leave her to go to the island. I didn't think I'd see again something she made...thank you, Marker-san.

[Something cold flashes in her eyes while she puts the drawing in the pocket of her coat]

It's almost cruel you found this now and not earlier. After the latest memory, this is like rubbing salt on the wound. That vending machine sure is untimely...