[The insistence that Kaga be included in everything Akagi does on a waking basis, the manic obsessive-compulsive need to love her and share everything~. Kaga is the best and most patient sister around.]

I suppose I do.

[Instigating a war, using your friends as pawns for your own goals, all to give that tree enough sacrifices to bring back her sister in her own obsessed mind. Well, the situation here is different by far! But she does understand the desperation bit.]

An army needs its stomach fed and population behind it. Though a single trawler may have its work cut out for it, if his goal is to supply enough food for the whole city.

[But for Akagi, it does give another reason for why the seas are important. To ignore them would be to deny yourself something beyond important and necessary.]

Hm, I see...

[Mikasa being beached seemed unfitting and wrong to Akagi. Not a museum or teacher, not having her hull encased in concrete next to the bay but beached and denied the breeze and feel of the waves. Something worse than being sunk, scuttled, or captured. She should go see her, then again, Mikasa might not want that... Akagi runs her fingers through Kaga's hair. Yes, she remembers that feeling, of slipping into the cold darkness, down beneath the waves and to a crushing depth where the wind doesn't blow and the sun doesn't shine.]

...I'm sure she was a fine ship and carried your name with just as much strength, pride, and elegance.