A lovely and sentimental Virtue. Through Lota's exacting hands pass the names of every soul guided away by Reapers. A joyous calling, many find it -- but for Lota, the work is far closer to sweetbitter. No matter how she excels, how much pride she brings to her family name, Lota can never quite escape the feeling of crushing grief that an extinguished life leaves behind.

And so they commit all the names to memory, pushing through the fear of loss to better hold each one's memory inside her. If nothing else, it makes her incredible at her job. Still, one who makes themself an altar to the past can hardly make to embrace the future...