"How COULD she?"
Makoto stood in her kitchen, quivering with rage. Her hands balled into fists at her sides.
Minako gently stroked Mako's back, soothing her. "I know."
"I'll never forgive her!"
"Yes, you will." The sympathy was abundant, but a bar of steel ran through it. "You will," Minako repeated.
Mako's eyes shimmered with tears of betrayal. "How can I?"
"She's our Princess."
No more was said. No more was necessary.
Choking back a sob, Mako buried her face in her hands. "But ketchup on steak!"
Minako merely nodded and lent her strength in these dark and troubling times.