[She'll try to slide by bits if she thinks she can. Not here, so much. But the ugliest parts, the most disgusting parts, the ones that gutted her before - they haven't arrived yet. But.

This part is easier. She speaks more easily.]

My grandfather, Anotsu, and the dojo leader were out one day when they were attacked by a group of bandits. Of course both my grandfather and Anotsu leaped to defend their master, killing their ambushers... Anotsu used two swords, and one of them was a foreign blade. ...He killed more people. My grandfather stuck to the rules our doctrine put out, even though he killed fewer men, so - that won him the seat after the old master vacated.

And I guess - I wouldn't know. But I heard later that... life after being disgraced like that... it was hard. No climbing back into the light. You get one chance, and... [shrug.]