Yang's Manor Rooftop - the Year 1895 - 3 hours later -
Setsura carefully unbolted the rooftop door and stepped inside. As Yang said, the place was quite worn down. Pieces of litter and broken furniture everywhere. But, none of that mattered to her. Places like this always made her feel the most at ease.
Her gaze scans the grey skies. Ah, it will start soon.
Asahi, from above, can you see this?
Even now, she's struggling and being an idiot when it comes to love. You always used to lecture me about my bad taste in men. She chuckles, if you ever met Yang for sure, you two wouldn't have gotten along. But ah, that couldn't have happened because of the difference in status.
Yang was picky about the kind of people she was around. Ever since he accepted her Yankee self, it seems like she sees more sides to him than before. But...in the end, would you call this love?
It's suffocating.
But in a different sense.
It's painful.