His breath rushes quietly as his fists clench. "He knew nothing about her. Nothing! He objected to me on the first day—I suppose I was late. I wasn't the sort he thought should be in the school, you see? Beneath his notice. He saw my past addresses and—"

No, this is no good. He's seeing white; he swallows. Kamoshida is the past, and he got what he deserved. "Listen. What are we going to do about Ren? My Ren. The Palace."

Everything he's feeling, he buries with difficulty, like he's folding it all inside a perfect mirror sphere.