I'm preeeeeetty sure you're not going to get anything for killing the tree, you know.

[Futaba had approached Makoto a short while before, but held back until a pause in the older girl's...well, rage? Against the tree itself. She'd seen her angry before, but the glowing was new. She had her laptop with her, held in hands tucked behind her back, and she stood a bit away just in case she startled her. Who knew what Makoto-the-god could accidentally do while angry?]

[Or what any of them could do at this point, really. It was all so weird.]

...Also don't your hands hurt? Cause I mean wow that looks like it hurts.