Hinamori just listened. She hadn't realized the scythe had been Frau's—had been a part of him, and who knew for how long. To bear that kind of burden, to have to fight off something burbling up from inside one's own body—that was unimaginable. A little wonder and a touch of respect came into her gaze, because it did take real strength to carry something like that around. She was curious, how it had come about, but it seemed that he would tell her—them—when he was ready.