"Yosuke," Maribelle said, suddenly gentle as she got up and walked to him, laying her hand over his own, "I am many things, but forgiving is hardly one of them." And after what Adachi had done, she wasn't certain that she could forgive him. Perhaps she could, in time, but right now, she couldn't bring herself to even consider the possibility.

The kettle began whistling, and Maribelle withdrew, pouring herself and Yosuke some tea as Lissa hopped about Yosuke and sniffed curiously at his shoes. "Would you like some cream or sugar, dear?"