Chunyang was shocked to see a tiny Yurei dragged from her home.  It was one thing to shed a tear about it as Yurei whispered it to her in the night.  To hold her close through a nightmare as she had done the same to her.  Her cold ice eyes softened as she gazed upon the terrified and tear stained face.  Then those eyes narrowed and tightened, her leg moving to step forward as her hand clenched tighter upon the hilt of her longsword.<br/><br/>Then her whole body was paralyzed as her own worst nightmare came to life before her eyes.  Her beautiful mother kneeling in the snow, crystal tears falling for the man she loved and the small girl whose head was bowed.  No tears because she would be strong for her mother who clutched her hand so.  She could feel the cold of the snow seeping into her toes as she finally ran only to turn, too late.  But not this time.  this time she saw her mothers death as if she stood right with those men.  Her mother fought valiantly.  The beautiful strokes of her blade as it flashed silver, but it was her grief that made her movements slow.  Her uncertainty of the safety of her daughter.  A small, strangled sound escaped her lips an d she did step forward.  A single sword thrust and a the bloom of a red upon her mother's silk grew like a red, red rose spreading its petals.  "Eom-ma"  she whispered.<br/><br/>Then it was gone and they were returned to the Egyptian room.  A single tear, trembled at the corner of her eye.  It waivered there upon her lower lid like a shimmering diamond before it slid down long white lashes, hanging as if in time.  It fell upon her cheek, a perfect sphere and trailed down her cheek before it settled at the corner of her mouth.  She tasted its salt and she began to burn with anger.  She wanted him to die but he was not done with them and the scene changed to Yurei's shadow test.  Her empty hand clenched into a fist as she relived that day.  How she marveled at Yurei's courage.  How she wanted to jump down and tear the Master's apart for making her friend scream in pain.  She had vowed that she would never let Yurei hurt like that again.  She saw the pain int the young girl's eyes.  It was not the physical pain but what she had been forced to become.  That she now was something of a horror herself.  Chunyang remembered but in her mind she remembered taking Yurei in her arms after that ordeal.  An embrace since they were children.  She wanted her sister to know, that no matter what, Chunyang would be there.<br/><br/>Again it changed, like he knew there most difficult times in life, their turning points.  Her anger grew as she recognized this one.  She hated this day more than any in her life and for this alone she wanted to hurt him.  How could he show them their greatest pains and still live.  How could he gain their trust?  But as she watched, a different wrath began to burn.  Her hatred for those men were far greater.  They had taken an innocent and turned her into a whore.  They violated her, even after she was bloody and broken.  They used her for pleasure.  This was no training.  The only thing she learned from this was that a man was not to be trusted.  But hatred needs allies and her hatred was burning anew, the flame of hope moving to a deadly kill.  She would listen more.  Still....<br/><br/>"ENOUGH!"  Her cry rang in the room and like a flickering apparition she was close to him, the tip of her blade at his bearded chin.  Close enough to cut the hairs of she so chose.  "What does this gain you?  Those are memorise past?  Demons reside in the soul.  We are of the clans.  There is no love, no lust.  Only Duty.  You ask us to turn a way  from a millenia of teachings.  The world falls into depravity because you do nothing.  You no less protect, than kill the hopes of love.  Men and women of this time have no control.  Nor do they wed with the truth.  The man, who professes his love, partakes of his wife but thinks of the woman who is but his secretary.  Or he leaves his pregnant wife at home, who smiles to herself in the mirror, lying to herself, knowing that he is fucking that secretary on his desk.  Everything is betrayal.  a woman gives birth and the child is not that man's because he neglected her.  She found solace in the arms of another.  Their desperation for love and felling, to be touched by the one person that matters and it is denied them.  Because of lies.  Men think no more of rutting than the spewing lies of their love.  If they loved, then they would treat their women as the jewels they are but instead they take them for granted and think of nothing but themselves and the next place to stick their cocks.<br/><br/>Don't think I have not seen it or known their hearts.  I have observed much and if I know one thing, you are no longer doing your job.  If you say who you are.  Now tell me why I should not part you head from your shoulders?"<br/><br/>She spoke long but her words were vehement.  She could not shield Yurei from the visions but she could draw the blood of the man who brought such pain upon them.