Fucina's incoherent noises fill the room as she attempts to rise, clutching a flower pot containing her deceased fish in soil. Tears stream down her face as she tries to convey her profound loss "Fish... swim... sleep... grow... water... wake up..." Rocking back and forth, she desperately clings to hope, despite the limitations of her mind. Her heart-wrenching display encapsulates the depths of her sorrow and longing.