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While the weeks since her dreamscape trip to Japan had generally given the island a happier, calmer O-Ren, the days since the Halloween party had returned to her to a silent, almost taciturn state. She didn't try explaining the change-- if she thought about it-- to any of the others in the hut.

She still didn't exactly understand it herself.

After cleaning her weapons for the fourth time that day, O-Ren flopped down on her bed and stared at the ceiling. This was horrible. This was exactly why she'd sworn never to do this sort of thing.

Why couldn't I just stay emotionally stunted?