Zephyros: Cupid! If it isn't my favorite love god! Right after your mother, of course. It's good to see you, laddy!
Cupid: Don't tell me you pissed off Apollo again, Zephyros.
Zephyros, on knees: Cover for me again, please!
Cupid, sighs: You better be a good servant, Wind God.
Zephyros, sighs: thank you!
Okay I think Tbhk broke me again for the second time. Let’s get into this..
(Spoilers)
OK, so for one Nene is now going through time in continuous efforts to try and change things so everything ends out better manner in the present day. And because of that she is continuously seeing different present times that are messy and terrifying. There’s no more Hanako kun to save her. She’s all alone, terrified, and trying her best to do something that she’s never had to do before alone.
Don’t get me started on the fact that she probably might die now, officially even though I’ve talked about this before on how her becoming a ghost would be much better because then her and Hanako could be together for a longer extended amount of time. But at the same time that isn’t necessarily a good ending either because it’s got death involved.  I’m very much worried about my favorite characters, mental sanity, and the possibility of her dying….
Not to mention the fact that she apparently murdered everybody in another timeline, possibly buy possession. God why are ghosts so bad…
 I’m just hoping that her possibly becoming a supernatural will keep her safe in any manner and if she continues to live on the consequences for going back in time won’t be as varied as the time keepers said. 
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