Did… she even love me?

Hattori could respect Jiro's restraint; holding back the urge to take action in the here and now. Hattori made a low noise of acknowledgement in his throat, Jiro was more black sheep than Hattori would have liked, but he wasn't intolerable to be around. Though perhaps it was too early to say, who knows what his travels might turn him into? He let the silence settle a moment longer, his gaze roving over the strands of bamboo, in every direction he looked there they were. Safe and concealing, he couldn't fathom why anyone would want to leave. Even as a boy he hadn't wished to leave Iga- it was only by necessity had he fled his home.

"Very well. Anything else?"