Kozue had taken up position on the couch, the capital C Couch, with her legs tucked up underneath her, and pajamas and slippers on. They weren't even her pajamas, but the Butterfly Room--House--Place, whatever, seemed intent on providing things that would please her, and the fluffy slippers and comfortable-yet-chic-and-obviously-designer loungewear was no exception.
She looked around the room in the silence, trying to decide whether to say something, to be forgiving, to be accusatory, to be holier than thou above it all, but she simply wasn't sure. Impulses pulled her every which way. After a moment's hesitation, she took the path that seemed best; if she was supposed to understand other people, or, whatever that thing had said to her, why not try?
"It was a bad situation, and, I don't think anyone really comes out looking clean." Even Kozue. "Forgive and forget, and, we should focus on what we do next."