[...And slowly, she sighs--a sad, tired noise.]

Kogasa... I shall keep it. If... should the worst happen... [She's praying it won't, but she knows better at this point. They never know.]

I shall keep your umbrella. A-and... I shall certainly not take the tongue off and paint over the eye and take the sock off... i-it is... it has its...own charm...!

[A sniff, and she bites her lip.]