... It's a beacon for her. [More like a maritime-grade red flare in pitch-dark meant to blind people in caves.] When I had short hair, she told me to let it grow. If you have long hair... I wonder if she'd leave you alone.

[Daisy doesn't know for how long will she keep the hair, but it's become part of her identity.

The question makes her walk along Uriko.]

I've just made year today.