It’s all your fault. You’re to blame for everything that’s happened.
Of course it’s her fault, she already knew that. Whispering in her ears wouldn’t change that now.
You could’ve stopped it. But you failed, and everything that happens next is on your head.
So, business as usual then? Of course she would shoulder the burden, it’s only natural. She would do better. She hadn’t failed yet.
She’s going to die because of you.
Her gloves were gone. What a trivial thing to be concerned about, but the sight of her flesh felt foreign to her. It was wrong
“Ah, Mr Churchwell.” Nobuko bows as best as she can with one hand linked to her sister. At least it’s not their dominant hands this time. Small mercies.
“I would offer our services, but it seems they’ve been judged… less than satisfactory. Perhaps the food wasn’t to taste, I suppose the jackalope prefers to handle such things independently. Or maybe my suggestion of an inventory to the warehouse was overstepping…”
she trails off, then looks back to Vincent, a strained smile on her face. “Oh, but you’re not here to hear me lament past missteps. I am Nobuko Yoshida, and this is my sister, Shiori Yoshida” she gestures to Shiori by her side. “And with the lack of wardens, I can only assume that we were relinked because our perceived crime was judged… unjust.”
