Heinkel: Don’t you see? It isn’t you. It’s me.

I can’t be a proper woman to you. Or a proper man. Not with my body the way it is. You deserve something whole, and I’m–

Yumie/ko: Heinkel…shhhh. We’ve already had one onee-sama. We don’t need another.

We don’t need a husband either. Not when Yumiko’s a bride of Christ.

What we need — what we want — is you. Just as you are.

Our Heinkel.