[It's strange, in some ways, that Satsuki's become a person others feel comfortable oversharing with. Then again, it's not too far a deviation from the way she was before. There's something magnetic about a stone wall that nonetheless absorbs, absorbs, absorbs - like a sponge.]

I'm used to those. Life is inherently full of those truths - trying to conceal them, seeing them resurface, understanding they were always a part of us.