Two Rivers Isle natron

perhaps the difference in their sexes is what divided them, in the end. satsu would have happily gone to war for her father. she would have sought revenge had she been born a son, no question about it, damning her soul to the dark path. as a son she would have inherited the han once having dispatched its usurper—but not now.
now, she could only dream.
now, she could only hope to find a worthy cause, or someday a husband.
the line of her father was at an end.

i admit that you are wise, satsu murmurs before she can help herself, and then feels his eyes upon her. she looks at him with as much defiance as she can muster; but she is embarrassed too, for having stroked his ego.
in the teachings of my people, vengeance is a dark path that damns one's soul. i would make myself a demon by treading that path.
but what would he care about souls, suffering, and all of that?
i do not know what to do with myself. i will not dance for kyn-dono and i cannot fight for what was already taken from me. i have nothing.
well, no. she had pharaoh.