I have said

      
    We stand at the end of the mark in it. The crack of the sky is an enormous wound, the edge of the breach is still in rapid burning. The dark and blue sky turns red in firing rapidly, then melt like a pig iron. Turn into a liquid sky, trickle over to the ground like blood.    
    Burst forgotten will be mobilized soon.    
    At this time, I think of the slight snow, think of the jade. I know, when I came out from burst, I will forget one among them. I am guessing their psychology. After getting back to human world, do they hope I recognize her, or does not recognize her?    
     

    The celestial being lets me solicit everybody's opinion, then decide whether to really rescue the jade or not. I know, this is only a procedure doing routine business, the protagonist as a popular story, it is impossible for me to make a selfish decision.    
    However, I have said, the person who in fact decides this is not me.