[... whole story time. Anri doesn't pull Saika's presence back, needing that extra bit of courage.]
My father... [she inhales. He deserves fairness. Everyone does.] He was a nice man, once. But after my seventh birthday, he started to change. I didn't know why until later. He would get angry at my mother and me, and - [her stomach twists, it takes her a moment to get out the words] - hurt us.
I was eleven when he nearly strangled me. That night, my mom killed him and herself.
[Her head tilts downward, forehead resting on her knees. It's only for a moment, before she looks back up. Her expression is clear, unflinching.]
The official story was that they were killed by a burglar who broke into the house. I knew what the sword was, a little - even when she had it, it was loud enough for me to hear. So I kept it hidden.
It's never affected me like it has everyone else. I can hear it, but I'm not compelled by its words.