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I'm quite a blonde heca fan
also in the mythology, her three faces were that of a young maiden (representing the virgin), a mother, and a crone (representing the witch) so I like to imagine that the three bodies have slightly different personalities, with yellow heca being the virgin (it just seems right to me that the blonde one is the most genki) and blue heca being the crone (though I just take that as making her more mature)

I nodded glumly. I doubted Yamame's life would be the same if she managed to stop eating humans. That was a change I'd put into effect. Reimu might have to deal with a whole different set of circumstances than she was used to if she got any closer. I still didn't know what I was meant to do, though. "Let me ask you this - What is it that you feel for the Hakurei Shrine Maiden, hmm?" I thought about it for a few minutes. Admiration. Respect. Immense gratitude for the vow she'd made to protect me. Love? I didn't know. Not properly. There was something there, I could tell, but I couldn't tell if it was romantic. Was I confusing feelings? And what about Yamame? My panic attack had complicated things, but I felt plenty for her as well. The same gratitude for guiding me through the underground and to the Palace of the Earth Spirits. A similar level of admiration for how she cared for her sisters. I thought about how I had wanted to see her so badly just after I had come to Lady Kasen's dojo.

Suddenly, Lady Hecatia's eyes flashed and I could tell she'd just thought of something. "Hey, hey, hold on a moment. Your lovely spider guided you through Former Hell?" I nodded slowly, not sure what she was trying to say. "Well, I'll be. I gotta talk to her, like, soon. She's totally gonna be one of my worshippers. I told you, right? How I guided Persephone back from the underworld with my torches? Well, Hermes and I, but that's beside the point. She's doing the same thing as me. Ooh, do you think I could get her to model some t-shirts for me? I just got this great idea, right, and-" I didn't really know if Yamame would be happy to do that. I imagined that she would be happy to create some t-shirts of her own, though. I waited for Lady Hecatia to have a break in her speech and said that Yamame was a seamstress, so she might like to talk about design. "Oh, I get you. Totally."

I wondered if I had just complicated my life even more. Then, I decided that if it was already as complex as an extremely tangled ball of string, it couldn't exactly get worse, so I brought up something that I'd forgotten. I mentioned Komachi Onozuka's name. "That Shinigami? Ooh, she's the lazy one, right?" I...didn't know about that, but I did know that she was desperate for one of Lady Hecatia's t-shirts. Lady Hecatia put her hands on her hips and frowned. "Hmm..." I said that I would owe her any favour she wanted. "That's a dangerous deal to make with the goddess of Hell, y'know?" I shrugged, because again, it wasn't like my life could get that much more complicated. "Well, I'll tell you what. I like you, so I'll do it. One brand new t-shirt, for the lazy Shinigami. Does she want it signed? Well, maybe I'll give her two. You, on the other hand, aren't getting new t-shirts unless you come and visit me." That sounded fair enough, I supposed. I'd heard worse offers. "Ah-ah, don't think that's your favour to me. No, I'll bring that one to you when the time is right - I've got a subordinate in the Shrine, so I'll be able to find you easily enough. You'll be in for a hell of a time!" That didn't sound so good, and I'd definitely heard better offers.

I suddenly had a thought, and asked Lady Hecatia why she'd met me here in the dream world. "Don't you know? There's a corridor to the Moon through here. This place is a crossing, so it's perfect for me. I'm goddess of the Otherworlds, which means places like the Moon, the Earth, and the, well, Otherworlds. And the Dream World is certainly one of them." I'd thought she was just the goddess of one particular Hell, but that sounded a lot more impressive. "Well, another word of advice: Don't discount your emotions. I always see it with you men - you try and weigh up the logical benefits. I'm serious here, don't discount how you feel." I nodded slowly. I was starting to feel quite sluggish.