I came very close to violence, despite knowing that it was not our fight. Despite being perhaps the only one of us who knows what made her as she is. Watching the survivors struggle against her was a special kind of torture.

[Kurama shakes his head, lips pressed into a tight line for a moment. He rinses his pot under the spray and sets it aside.]

It is over. And yet sometimes I wonder how many decades, how many centuries, will it take before it is truly in the past...