Aya's POV
I stood at the gravesite the morning they were buried for a very long time after everyone had left. Actually, I slept there.
That was over a week ago.
Everyday now I wash my face, then I brush my long powder white hair and wear it hanging loose as Master Liu had liked it. Then I get dressed in the white priestess hakama with the red sash. This I wear in remembrance, that it was me that killed Mako. To never forget my greatest sin. My two swords, Master Liu's and my own, are pushed through the sash at my left hip. The swords of Balance on my back, the long trailing white cloak set on my shoulders. Before I leave the hut, I have to remind myself to keep breathing.. Knowing that they are gone from my life. Is this part of what mourning is, I wonder? In this I feel the pain so acutely.
