[ that hits different. the smile vanishes from satoko's face, and for a moment she looks once again - that same piercing glare, scouring down into the depths of his soul, looking for something.

she finds it once more. she doesn't smile this time. ]

Of course I want her to be happy. I want us both to be happy. Our friends, our families... even the ones who tried to harm us. Why else would I have done this? [ her voice is calm, level, and measured. it is absolutely abhorrent to hear. ] Tell me, Mr. Chuuya, does a parent who disciplines their child not love them? What of the father who offers foul-tasting medicine?