She thought about is sometimes. The regret that had knotted in her stomach that day. Never to be untied until many years later. She remembered the hulking fish men. She remembered Arlong's pointed features. She remembered the blood of her mother. And the cries of Genzo-san. She remembered the tears streaming down her face. Her sister holding her tight. She remembered them taking her away. And forcing her to make maps. She remembered the day she came home with the dark blue tattoo. She remembered the disapproving look on their faces. When she told them she was working for him. It wasn't her fault. She remembered the countless nights she spent looting. And the days she spent stealing. And the cuts and bruises that had accumulated on her skin. She wasn't one to be mopey; there were too many maps to be made. She often immersed herself in them, not talking to anyone for days. But when she just stared out the window like that, it was hard not to be concerned.