In the beginning, she was just a classmate. Then she was the weird girl who lived in a tent. I invited her to live with us partially because she was in dire straits, but mostly because of some stupid spirit of defiance against the Sohma family and our curse. But something she said got to me.
Yuki finally hit rock bottom.
Did I hate him, then? Indeed, I believe so. A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love.
C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
I can’t run away forever from the lid screwed tightly shut…
This chapter is loaded with hints, but the one solid answer only raises more questions.
What do I call this feeling?
And so, a new banquet begins…