Mitsu was glad when Katsumi sat down, it meant there was a chance for conversation rather than a tense questioning period. Or an interrogation. She hated that word, she’d barely known what it meant when she had first arrived in the Land of Earth, but now she knew it all too well and she didn’t like the heavy meaning it carried. She was learning a lot of words that she didn’t like the meaning of. There were too many concepts that she apparently needed to understand, but had been blissfully ignorant of. At least until a year ago.
Mitsu’s white eyebrows would raise in surprise as Katsumi said Iwagakure was his home. From what she could piece together he had lived there once as a child, and the thought of him being displaced for so long tugged at her heartstrings. Her features softened from the attempted seriousness she had tried to make them hold, into a gentle and sympathetic smile. “It makes sense, the Universe has its designs and leads us to take our place within them if we let it. It’s good of you to listen, not many do.” She rarely heard people speak of ‘time feeling right’, more often than not people had plans and schedules, always scheming to lord their imagined power over the Universe. People could be powerful, sure. But she found they often overestimated themselves and their abilities, as if they could just bottle up the sky and sell day or night rather than allow themselves to fit into the Universe the way they were meant to. The way Katsumi was describing right now. And with that thought she firmly convinced herself that Katsumi was not a danger to the village, a wiser person would have given it longer than thirty seconds thought. But Mitsu made decisions with her heart, and her heart couldn’t bear the thought of someone not reuniting with their home and possibly their family.
“We’ll get you home Katsumi, worry not. We’re not far actually, even without me here it wouldn’t have been long before you found it on your own I think. Though I think it may look different than you remember.” Even before the war she was certain it didn’t look the same as it would have when Katsumi was a child. Masaru had made some integral changes to the village, the most imposing of which was ‘Dead Man’s Alley’. The massive stone walls that served as both protection for the village and a reminder of the penalties of breaking the laws of Iwagakure. She hated the custom, the severed limbs and dead bodies of criminals hung for all to see. She would have had them removed long ago had it only been her decision. “I’ll take you there whenever you’re ready.” Shaking off the gruesome thoughts of the alley she would smile again at Katsumi, leaning back on her hands and getting comfortable, trying to show that she wasn’t attempting to rush him.