...Edward.

[Yasu is terrified.

She felt that fear, from the start. Ever since she saw him, saw how he just didn't move, felt the presence of a predator... she's avoided him, that terror hounding her almost every time she looks at him.

But...]

You could explain the shoes, and I'd accept that. Everyone makes mistakes, after all.

Yet you match the silhouette almost perfectly. And... you're the only one here who has the physical strength to snap Thomasin's neck cleanly.

Your motive is also... it's strong.

Do you have any rebuttal?

[Despite the fear, though, despite all the quavering in her voice... there's iron in Yasu when she turns to Edward.]