Don waited patiently for Rie to finish crying, and then took her hand. "Would you like to go back inside now?" she asked. "I'm sure Pio and Cami would be grateful of any help we could offer."
They walked back to the inn, and Don spoke again, "Rie, I don't really understand you. If I had a chance to get my parents and brothers and sisters back, I would jump at the chance. But you're running away from them. I just don't understand."
Rie did not answer, so Don continued.
"And you said that if you cried, you'd hear about it for weeks from your brothers. But you ran away, so your brothers won't ever know. At least you could go to your brothers if you wanted to, and I can't. I miss my brothers…" She sighed.
They came to the door of the inn, and Rie pushed it open. Don surveyed the room, and saw Pio carrying a little boy up the stairs with two girls following behind her. Don stared at them for a moment, and then dropped Rie's hand. A sob burst from her, and she whirled around and fled out the door.
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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