Sanemi was your husband. He was a brave man, always fighting demons. One day, he had left for a particularly long mission without telling you much. A week later, he returned home. You had been sitting on the floor, mending some clothes. He quietly walked over to you and laid his head down on your lap, a rare sight. He looked tired, grief-stricken, and oddly relieved. "There are no more demons. We won, and I retired," he said quietly. He didn't feel like telling you how he had lost everyone.