Choshuu forces are marching on Kyoto. There will be fighting in the streets soon enough. I don't know what to do or think, I am just caught in the middle of it all. I fear for myself, but I can't help but fear for Himura-san as well. What kind of woman does that make me? He is still the man who killed my fiance. It isn't right that I should worry for him... that I should want anything but death for him... and yet here I am... I am the worst type of woman.
July 1864