Yahoshi sighed, the sound echoing softly in the enclosed darkness of the barrier.
"I expected something like this to happen. Even if I were to explain your past life a million times over, it would be of no use if you can't remember it visually. Words are just wind to a soul that has forgotten its shape."
Dorian didn't utter a word.
To be honest, he had predicted the chances of a fight happening on this date. He had prepared contingencies, hidden weapons, and escape routes.
But this… this was different.
Yahoshi continued, her voice trembling slightly.
"My words can only mean so much. Especially now that you are drawn to those girls, those containers." She bit her lip, a flicker of genuine jealousy crossing her face, but she was quick to regain her composure.
She slowly stood to her feet. The boat rocked gently as she closed the distance, standing only a few inches from where Dorian sat.
