[She squinted and looked at him. He was Japanese, wasn't he? He certainly looked and sounded like he was from the islands. How long had it been since she'd seen a modern human? Reimu and Marisa didn't count. They were weirdos.]

My bridge means my bridge. What's a bridge princess without their bridge?

[If his memory was kicking in, the story of a Hashihime might be coming to mind there.]

It's not my original bridge, but... we make do. Not like you humans believe in us anymore.