[ Mitama returns the smile, listening to the other's answer carefully. It wouldn't be a stretch to call that a generic or even boring answer, but it's clear originality isn't the point of this exercise. And it's not like there's anything wrong with her reply ─ on the contrary, the girl thinks this would be the case for most people. Hearing that also makes her realize what her own greatest fear is, even though it's slightly more specific. ]

My little sister getting hurt.

[ Just thinking about it scares her far more than anything that might happen to her. Mikage is still very much a child, and Mitama wishes she could lock her up away from the world in an attempt to shield her from its cruelties... but that's impossible, of course.

With a small sigh and shake of her head, the girl moves on to look at the next question... Ah. That one... might be the thoughest one yet. She'd much rather skip this one, but she knows better than to try that ─ she doesn't think they would've made it this easy to avoid answering, since that would defeat the purpose of the whole thing. ]

I... believe I might have. Not directly, mind you, but...

[ She bites her lip, unsure of how much she should reveal for the answer to count. It's weird that she feels this pang of guilt in her chest, too; the people of Kamihama have wronged her beyond imaginable, and so they deserved their fate... or so she'd thought when she decided to kill them all. And now that she has some insight into Gnos, shouldn't she feel happy about it? This should be for the best, and yet... ]

I have thought about it. Every single day.

[ That confession seems to have met the conditions of this little experiment, and the question vanishes from her side of the screen. ]