Fair.

Doll sat atop the lilies, drifting slowly along the lake, moonlight glistening off the surface and fireflies danced around between her and the samurai, sat opposite her.

“Are you upset at me I wonder?”

“Why would I be upset?”

Doll looked down, “My resolve, it’s not firm.”

“There is nothing wrong with your resolve,” Doll looked at the samurai “you are questioning what is really right, It was doing that that I came to transcend myself, and its right to question.”

the samurai stood and turned, walking away across the surface of the lake he said; “If you cant keep questioning if you are right, and be able to answer honestly, then perhaps…”

“… I don’t really know what is right.”