Regret. That's all she could feel as she heard the words said by Neshita. No...Yatori...Getting to her feet, she couldn't even notice the changes that happened to her old friend as she listened. "I'm sorry...but I don't think I will ever be happy here..." She bows slightly in apology, her eyes lowered, face downcast. "I will never be happy, until I am free of this life." Turning away, she begins to walk away, knowing that she was most likely going to get in trouble. But right then, she needed to be alone...to think. What was right, and what was wrong.<br/><br/>She continued walking, even if Neshita came after her. Blocking everything out. Trying not to cry as she walked down the streets, ignoring any looks that she was given by the people who were there. No doubt her make up was smeared from the tears that she'd cried. Her hair was probably a mess too. But it didn't matter right then. What mattered was figuring things out... "Yatori...my friend..why would you be happy in a place such as this?" She murmurs to herself, frowning. Why indeed?<br/><br/>Passing by the shop where she had gotten the tiger scroll painting at, she pauses, lifting her face. Looking at the pictures. There was a new one up, of two young girls playing together under a sakura tree. She felt tears come to her eyes once more, and began to hurry away. However, the shop keeper had seen her looking, and told her to wait. He pulls down the picture, and hands it to her, telling her it was a gift, to make the tears go away, and for the spunk to return to her eyes. She smiles a little, and thanks him, before holding the scroll close to her chest and hurrying back towards the place she was forced to call home.