Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

she gives no indication that she understands, as he speaks. she listens and is silent. it takes effort to purge her own thoughts.
i... cannot.
it was not a matter of will but of propriety. it was not her place to be a builder of things. the look on her face is empty now - success, finally, in blocking the past from her mind where it matters.
my father's disgrace is mine now to carry. the only way to end it... she does not like to entertain this idea even if it is mere supposition;
i would have to seek a path of revenge, kill the man that took his life, and so on until only i remained. her stoicism weakens, she frowns.
i cannot let that be my path.