O-Ren spared half a second to be thankful to her other self.
"English here. It's harder for anyone listening." She popped the lock off of the closet door, and slid the door open. Inside the closet was an array of nearly twenty outfits, each neatly kept on a hanger with a plastic bag over it. There were a couple kimono, and even a street outfit.
But mostly, there were school uniforms. A rainbow of colors, a representation for each season, a number of schools that ranged from expensive and strict to the sort that only the poorest students could attend. O-Ren skimmed her fingertips over the collection until she found just the right one, which she pulled out and handed to Arya.
"Get dressed. Right now, you're the daughter of an American soldier at a nearby military base. He's sending you to school in the city because the education is better."
As she turned to find her own clothes, she said, "The yakuza have figured it out I was the one who killed Matsumoto. We have about ten minutes, maybe fifteen."
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"English here. It's harder for anyone listening." She popped the lock off of the closet door, and slid the door open. Inside the closet was an array of nearly twenty outfits, each neatly kept on a hanger with a plastic bag over it. There were a couple kimono, and even a street outfit.
But mostly, there were school uniforms. A rainbow of colors, a representation for each season, a number of schools that ranged from expensive and strict to the sort that only the poorest students could attend. O-Ren skimmed her fingertips over the collection until she found just the right one, which she pulled out and handed to Arya.
"Get dressed. Right now, you're the daughter of an American soldier at a nearby military base. He's sending you to school in the city because the education is better."
As she turned to find her own clothes, she said, "The yakuza have figured it out I was the one who killed Matsumoto. We have about ten minutes, maybe fifteen."