[Misora holds back the response in her head. It did Tiki no good to become familiar with vicious concepts like hell and punishment after death, or to ruminate on what exactly death by corruption did to a person's soul. These are all thoughts best kept to herself.]

...I can't argue with you there, I suppose. [She forces a bit of a half-hearted smile.] I guess what I wanted to know was if there was any way that we could help them. If there's a way to bring them back.

[She, too, glances at the sink. It remains steadfastly silent and non-bubbly. She sighs.]

Maybe instead of asking them if they're okay, I should ask you, huh?