Hideaway Strath Everybody wants to be my enemy

He put ease to his pacing, turning to face her.
I understand that you care for your children, as would any doting mother; but, your place is here... not in the islands where they forced you to leave. They were strong words, but he thought they were true. Hadn't they forced her to go?
The Saints are growing and will continue to grow in time. We need you here. I need you here.
Arashi's gaze was a mixture of things. Concern, guilt, pleas, intensity, and adoration. Adoration? The latter was absurd, surely. It had to be.