I do not believe that they do this out of charity. What will they ask of us, then? [It's almost a hiss, and it is somewhat vicious in its tone; but the vitriol is directed generally, not at the girl herself. She's young. She's allowed a bit of naivete; Yotsuyu is older and damn well ought to know better.
And perhaps there's a bit of her, buried deep, that sees a far younger Yotsuyu in this girl. What she could have been, perhaps, had her parents not sold her to a drunken miser, in what seems so long ago.
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And perhaps there's a bit of her, buried deep, that sees a far younger Yotsuyu in this girl. What she could have been, perhaps, had her parents not sold her to a drunken miser, in what seems so long ago.
That was then. This? This is now.]
You. Girl. What is your name?