Kanna nods. Makes a loop, then a stagehand's knot. It's no longer than Deedee's own waist sash, and might have had, once upon a time, similar significance.

Now, it's just another remnant of an occupied people. Cotton, light, in the breeze.

What would it take, to bring anything like the people that made it back?

Kanna didn't know. Couldn't know. Even her grandfather had only half-remembered most of the important things, and her father had only remembered the martial arts.

She didn't like to dwell on the things that made her bitter, but bitter pills had been on the menu the past few months, hadn't they? First, having to leave at all, and then Vindess offering a fresh reminder of what even mild dissent got you, anymore.

She breathed, and watched the sash flutter in the wind.