"Good. Then you know how badly I need to kill her." Kire looked him over, though. The way he hunched over, the tremble in his voice, the way his whole self seemed to shrink. She recalled Sid's story, about how they had become vulnerable because Ruli trusted her, so much so that he would vouch for her to his adopted family. What he was feeling seemed more complicated than hate. Kire looked at her reflection one more time, almost glad for the scar on her face, before taking out the silver ring and slipping it back on. 

"You do want her dead, don't you?" she asked, though not unkindly. "What is she to you? If we're demanding Ysaryn remember what happened to her, I'd likewise need to know whether or not there's something in the way you feel about Akuma that would hinder the mission. Your help has been invaluable, and I'm grateful for it, but if I have to, I will continue my hunt with or without you. " She stood, feeling calmer now. Maybe it was the oasis, or the excitement in her bones dying down, or maybe it was because they couldn't both break down at the same time. Her mind had clarity now, at least. If Ysaryn asked her question again, Kire would know the answer.