[It's always a beautiful day at the temple. After a few months of clear skies, Sharak is getting sick of it. If she were the kind of priest inclined to pray, she'd ask for rain.]

Maybe. [It's possible. Sharak pushes Gojyo to sit down by the pond and grabs a bucket from next to the pump, fingers twitching slightly before she makes herself keep ignoring the blight.] Or maybe he had a different reason for killing her.

[Though he certainly wouldn't have been the first person to try and kill a kid for being hanyou, Sharak knows.]

I think you're imagining that I'm a better friend of his than I am. [How much did he tell her?] ... He told me you were his brother, that he cared about you and he implied there was some messed up shit in your family. I didn't push for details.