She twists, trying to unlodge herself from the grip. Her fingers tighten around the dagger and she kicks out, trying to make him let go of her. The other two rush towards him again, aiming their daggers to make him let go of the first.

"He was not miserable." All three yelled. "He had me and Genjo. We were okay!"

So her dad was sometimes forgetful, often anxious. But that was fine. No one blamed him for that. "He wasn't miserable until you turned up!"