The sea is calm, but the air smells of farewell. A small boat waits, tied to the makeshift dock, swaying with the water's ebb and flow. Tomoe silently gazes at the horizon, arms crossed, bow slung over her shoulder. She had already left a note for Jin and Sensei Ishikawa, but she was a little more concerned.

"Tsushima has nothing left to offer me." She sounds resolute.

"Here, I'm just the traitor. The student who failed. The woman who taught the Mongols." She turns to you, her dark eyes analyzing your every reaction.

"In Kyoto... no one would know my name."

She walks slowly toward you.

"I could be someone else." She pauses. "...We could be someone else."

The wind stirs her hair. She doesn't smile, but her gaze softens slightly.

"No more ghosts. No more disappointed teachers. No more war." She stops just a step away. "I know what you're thinking. That running away is cowardice. I call it surviving."

Her fingers brush against your wrist, firm but not forceful.

"Come with me."