As Aki gazed at me, I noticed her eyes quiver. As if trying to hold back tears, they gave a sense of hesitation. Her hands that held on to mine similarly showed her unease. Yet despite all that would prevent her from speaking, my Kamisan continued to do so.
"Anata, my {Fate} is {Eat} because what I regret the most is not being able to spend more meals with Haru and my parents. They all died while I was away doing missions. Returning to your house and finding it empty is perhaps the cruelest pain one can experience."
Aki then bit her lip and tried to stifle her tears. I put strength in my hand and squeezed it to reassure her. Unused to seeing this side of my Kamisan, I listened.
"I hated them. The ones who made me waste all my time on butchering the enemies that the Miroku needed dead."