[ Henry might be smiling, but the images she's seen of his memories in the leaves have left Yako a little pale, though she's steady on her feet. She's seen violence before, even seen violence reveled in, and this isn't so unfamiliar, not her first time dealing with someone who doesn't seem to think of humans as much more than something to take apart and put into a box. ]
... Was there really no other way? [ She asks that question of him seriously, searching his expression. More than anything else, it's the hollowness of the memory that nags at her thoughts. What kind of person does something like that? What must they have lived through? Part of her wants to recoil from the sight in front of her again, but all the same, her curiosity's piqued enough to remain here and ask. ]
Compulsion
... Was there really no other way? [ She asks that question of him seriously, searching his expression. More than anything else, it's the hollowness of the memory that nags at her thoughts. What kind of person does something like that? What must they have lived through? Part of her wants to recoil from the sight in front of her again, but all the same, her curiosity's piqued enough to remain here and ask. ]
What were you fighting for?