[ Yor grows quiet again to let her speak, but as her gaze goes down to the sake shes been steadily pouring, her eyes grow glassy, distant. ]

Many people carry many different burdens, and unfortunately, they can sometimes push that frustration outward into others without meaning to. It can be hard not to mirror what you've been raised in.

[ She doesn't want to assume anything about Toji or Ishmael, or...anyone, really. But she's seen plenty of people who behave differently whether they were born in times of plenty or times of poverty. Brought up in homes filled with love or those filled with hatred. ]