What is right, and what is wrong? Who has the power to determine those things? What's normal and what is abnormal? At the end of the day, there is no right or wrong answer. Something people think as normal may look abnormal in the eyes of another person.
Her gaze lands on the records Katakura had in his hands. No wonder they have been investigating this matter. They are a bunch of fools. Getting into a matter as problematic as this, she recalls that once a upon time, someone may have said those very words to her. But right now remembering that didn't matter.
"Izu, do me a favor, will you?"
A deep sigh escaped the man's lips, "Setsura dear, I thought you'd want to see me. But, instead, you're going to ask me something unreasonable over the phone."
She chuckled, "I do want to meet with you, and demand a few answers in person. And I also have to hit you once."
"Mind telling me the reason, at least?"
"It's too bad. I forgot the reason why."
