I wanted the weight of return without the resolution of reunion. The shinobi archetype is about becoming invisible, but you cannot be invisible to the woman who made you. That traveling cloak in her mother's indigo — she's carried home with her for seven years without admitting it. The flour on her mother's hands, the interrupted domesticity, the daughter in killing clothes standing where she once stood barefoot. The reach that doesn't complete. This is the violence of recognition: she can infiltrate any fortress, but she cannot cross the three feet between them. — Nyx