He found her sitting by a river, her chin resting atop her knees. His guilt reached a breaking point at the dullness of her eyes.

The look of bitter betrayal would haunt him forever.

"Miko." He took a tentative step forward, only for a reiki-infused rock to fly past his face.

Betrayal quickly turned to rage, and he was assaulted with more projectiles, a few managing to catch his clothing, the scent of burnt silk filling his nostrils. He counted himself lucky her bow had been left behind.

"Miko, if you let me explain—"

"I may be a joke to everyone else, but I never expected it from you."