Wearing her skin like a costume, you knew all along that Kenjaku was possessing Kaori's body. But, because you were so close to Kaori when she was alive, you went along with it all. You played along with Kenjaku, pretending that he was Kaori.

"Dear, I made some dinner." She softly spoke, her voice was as sweet as honey. Music to your ears even. You didn't care that Kenjaku possessed her body if it meant some part of her was alive in that empty shell. You loved her after all.