HOW TO PICK ON A SOLID BLOCK OF ICE (Misao's Methods)
Your eyes lance through me like spears of blue ice. I will break your weapons into pieces. Right now, they burn with cold fire. If I have to melt the ice by provoking burning anger, I will do it.
You think to lock me out by your stubborn silence. I will sit beside you and not utter a word. But I will not leave you alone. Here I have an umbrella, let us brave the rain together.
Your mouth lifts in a cold, uncaring sneer, your tone denies our intimacy. If I have to scream in your ear to drown out the sound of indifference, pour tea into your throat to jangle the locked vocal chords, I will do so.
You think to test my strength. You want me to be strong so you may wash your hands of me, and leave me to my own devices. If I have to, I will show you and only you, my vulnerability. If you think to harden my heart against you, I will prove that you only bruise me by your resistance. I will not give up on you.
I know you. And you remember me. You raised me, saw to my care, loved me despite your duty, despite our youth. You cannot hide from me. I will not allow it.
I am Makimachi Misao, of the Oniwabanshuu. And I love you, Shinomori Aoshi.
'YA HEAR THAT, YOU IDIOT!?