My father came to speak with me the following day. The storm had passed and the sun was shining on Kirei's musing pool where I had been sitting since dawn. By this time, I had regained my composure. My mind was clear again, and although I had certainly not forgotten the previous days events, I seemed oblivious to the world; my attitude not even hinting that I had broken down merely hours ago. He came up behind and I rose to acknowledge his presence.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked.

He knew exactly what was going through my mind; he knew that fervently condemned his actions and he knew that I was furious about the consequences with out me having to say a word. I glanced at him, and then focused my gaze on the mountain range that rose in the distance. Silence was my answer and my father understood it exactly.

"I had no malign intentions; believe me. I will admit it was weakness on my behalf, but as of now, I can only offer my apologies," he told me. His voice was confident again, much unlike his sheltered and jittery speak if yesterday.

"Your apologies don't raise the dead," I replied calmly.

"I understand that, although I honestly wish they could. You must know that I never wished death on Kirei; I did love her. But at times, she could be overbearing, violent, and antagonistic. I just-"he began to say before I cut him short.

"It's just you tired of her because she had a powerful personality. You longed for a meek, submissive doll who would never speak her mind; someone weak and easy to manipulate with hardly a brain of her own." I explained with a sharp undertone in my voice.

"It is not as you say! I know you better than to think you will understand my position on this. But you should know that your mother was eccentric. I cared for her very much, but all the love in the world could not change that."

"Father. The last thing I will ever say to you in regards to my mother is that she was not the eccentric one."