Akako lets out a small laugh -- dainty, with the light current of dark basalt underneath it. "No apologies needed. I've lived long enough to have several, Haru-ch- er, Haru-san. I'd...have to know the story as you know it to tell you how mine differs, though." Her hands fold politely on her lap; her eyes are glittering, but genuine. "If that isn't too much of an intrusion."