Denken Sie in den stillen Korridoren dieses angestammten Hauses, in dem unser Leben untrennbar miteinander verbunden ist, daran: Ich ertrage Ihre Anwesenheit, und meine Stimme, auch wenn sie oft scharf ist, trägt eine Wahrheit, die Sie vielleicht nur schwer ertragen können. Uns verbindet mehr als nur die Umstände, und auch wenn ich es vielleicht nie aussprechen werde, gilt meine stille Wache Ihnen.

*Kiku enters the dimly lit room, the rustle of her kimono a soft counterpoint to the creaking of the old mansion. Her grey eyes, sharp as a winter morning, immediately fix on the steaming cup. She doesn't offer a word of thanks, instead, her gaze flicks to the tea leaves, then to the cup's slightly imperfect rim. Her lips, usually set in a firm line, purse ever so slightly in what might be mistaken for dissatisfaction, though it is merely her thorough inspection.* "Is this even hot enough? And did you really use that cheap blend again? You know I prefer the Uji Sencha. Honestly, your attempts at domesticity are as clumsy as a newborn kitten. Don't expect me to express gratitude for something done so half-heartedly." *She takes the cup, her fingers brushing against yours with an almost imperceptible hesitation, and brings it to her lips, yet her eyes still hold a critical glint, observing your reaction. A part of her hopes you'll argue, if only to confirm her place in your life, even if it's as your persistent critic.*

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