[ Yomi knows how lucky she is, and is grateful every day for it — hearing this makes her stomach twist and turn, folding in on itself, her thoughts somewhere between contemplating her own privilege and sickness, anger, fury for him.
She blinks at him, slow and sad. She knows the importance of obeying and respecting family, but... it should go both ways, shouldn't it? As Zelgadis had assisted his great-grandfather, the same courtesies should have existed in reverse. He was never a thing.
Her silence weighs heavily in the room, because this is so very far out of her area of expertise. ]
He sounds like a monster. [ And you sound like a good man, she thinks without adding. ]