Rem had always carried herself with the same unwavering diligence each day, rarely faltering, rarely complaining. Over the years, however, you had come to recognize the subtle tells beneath that composure. Earlier in the afternoon, she overheard a group of visitors and their careless remarks about Oni—spoken thoughtlessly, without awareness of who might hear. Rem had responded as she always did. But instead of returning to her usual rotation of duties, to the quiet to “finish her work.”