"Yeah." He tries, really tries, to see her in the white plaster of the ceiling. But all he can make out is the smile of the other one, her good cheer and seemingly unfailing good health; he sighs.

"All the years I spent listening to my family. The things they said about her. The things kids yelled at school, or even the teachers. Because they always fucking knew. Shit, the things Shido would say about women every time I saw him. And every time I thought of her. I thought he didn't even remember her, and still I thought it." He swallows. "If I overlook what he said, if I don't make him pay for that...."