Love... is not the right word for how she'd felt about her father and sisters, in their home in the heavens. Respect, admiration perhaps, loyalty. But not love. She'd perhaps loved them in the sweet moment between meeting Hanzo and losing him the first time, but it was abstract then, and Sariatu doubts even then if she did.

No. She did not love her sisters, however cold that might sound.

She does love Kubo, however, and she smiles sadly when he tells her what happened. She is so sorry he had to do that. She is so proud that he was able to.

"Good," she says firmly. "That means neither of them are waiting for a chance to try again."