no, not thisagain.  each time heâd enter her cell, heâd act all gentle, like he actually cared.  karai was no fool.  sheâd been played for her entire life as a weapon.  thatâs all she was to him, a living weapon.  no matter how angry she was, she just couldnât face it.  the man who she believed was her father.  he was the real one on the other side of that blade.  the blade that killed her mother.  and the way he confessed ⊠itâs as if he just didnât care !  she couldnât face the truth.  how could he lie to her ?  she knew the shredder was always a RUTHLESS man who cared for barely anything but she always thought that she mattered.  to him.  she actually believed that much, and now it was all a LIE.
                                   each time heâd enter this cell, heâd try to speak to her.  try to get her to pick her head up and actuallyLOOK at him, but she wouldnât.  did he understand how much pain heâs inflicted on her ?  heruined her life, just for his own gain.  just for his own REVENGE, it didnât matter if karai wanted to be apart of it or not.
                                   her hands trembled in rage.  how dare he ⊠HOW DARE HE called her his daughter !  she wasnever his daughter, never had been.  itâs all be a lie, a sicked, twisted allusion.  usually sheâd ignore his words and allow him to exit.  but this time she was too angry, too struck by his words that she couldnât allow him to walk away without her speaking.  heâd learn how she truly felt, yeshe would.  and hopefully it was him that would be hurt.  slowly lifting her head, teeth grinding against one another, she turned to face the malicious monster that stood merely a few inches away.  but right as she begun speaking, she realized her emotions got the better of her.  sheâd fight them as best as she could, but she was not sure if she could actually win.
         â   donât â   â
            just breathe, karai.
         â   donât you DARE call me that AGAIN !   â
She was angry. That much was certain. Saki had to remind himself that this was his daughter before him in order to keep his own short fuse in check. A temper that a small part of him was glad to see made itâs way into his daughterâs psyche. What was the saying? Like father like daughter? That was it.
He had to make her understand that it was for the best. For the best of the clan. For the best of their revenge. He needed her to understand. To get over this grudge that kept them apart now. It had to be done.
âYou are my daughter, Karai. Iâm the one who raised you. Who kept you safe. Who taught you.â
He was sure sheâd understand.