They left the teahouse, and Sunako watched Neshita closely. Wondering what the other was thinking. No doubt the older female was pissed at her. But she really didn't care. There was no way she was going to conform, no way she was going to give in to the life she was given. She was always going to fight, to be rebellious. Until the house had no choice but to just let her go. Let her be free. Because that was the only way it was ever going to happen.<br/><br/>Arriving at the lake that was nearby, Sunako trailed slightly behind Neshita now. Watching as the other gazed in to the lake, not seeing what the other did in the reflection of the water. For a moment she was quiet, and after a few minutes pass she sighs softly. She felt the anger rolling off of Neshita, and it made her feel bad...for the first time...this reaction from someone else had made her feel remorse. It was like she'd let down her best friend. If she had one of course.<br/><br/>Getting down on her knees, she places her hands down as well, and lowers her head. Bowing low to the ground. Closing her eyes slightly, her lips frowning gently. "I'm sorry..." She murmurs, tears beginning to sting her eyes. Why...why was this happening? Why did she feel so terrible? She felt broken, torn to pieces. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I'm...I'm s-sorry..." Her voice chokes up, and tears began to fall from her eyes, dripping to the grass below her. She couldn't say any more as her throat clenches, and she squeezes her eyes shut, her brows pressing together. She began to shake slightly as she remained on the ground. Hoping Neshita would forgive her.