This was partly her fault, wasn't it? All of it. The complete and total lack of empathy, the detachment, the hush right before a life was snuffed out. She had had a hand in this, even if her role had merely been to say nothing when she should have spoken up.

However, should have was different than could. In a way, it made sense that she would balance out doing something good with doing something terrible. The sesshouseki had to keep the scales balanced.

And she couldn't... she couldn't do anything to stop it.

The shotgun fired, rattling her eardrums, but Yomi didn't so much as blink as the man's body jerked under the impact.