Eri absentmindedly flipped through the photo album as Rin stared out the window. The two women had been sitting quietly in the hospital room for nearly an hour since the young widow had awakened.
Her friend hadn’t known how she got to the hospital, and had refused to speak about what happened in Yucatan. Eri had settled for calm silence instead. It was the most companionable time the two friends had spent together in months.
The door swung open softly and Eri looked up, expecting to see the nurse coming to tell her that visiting hours were over. Instead, a scruffy looking gaijin walked in, wearing overly large sunglasses and a grim look on his face. Rin sat up on the bed, looking alarmed, and Eri’s heart began pounding furiously. She recognized the man from the videos that Yoshiki had shown her. He was one the men that Rin was hunting.
The man walked straight to the side of Rin’s bed and pulled out a heavy revolver. Eri’s fear skyrocketed, but she somehow couldn’t move. Although her friend was tense, she had a calm look of resignation on her face.
The young woman became even more confused when the man reversed his grip on the gun and held it out. Rin took the weapon, giving him a quizzical look.
“Mazula was the one who killed your husband”, he said. “If you want revenge, then you should take it.”
Eri felt like she was going to faint, partly from relief that he wasn’t here to kill them, and partly from horror as her friend raised the gun and pointed it at the man’s head. She wouldn’t just kill someone in cold blood right here in the hospital, would she?
The young widow sat silently for what seemed an eternity, the gun trembling ever so slightly. Then the barrel of the weapon began shaking more violently and Eri realized that Rin was crying. Slowly, the revolver sank to the bed and tears streamed down her friend’s face.
Mazula turned and walked silently out the hospital door, not even pausing to look back. Eri rushed over to the bed and gathered her friend in a close hug as the gun fell to the floor with a resounding thud. She murmured comforting noises as Rin’s body shook with emotion. Beneath the racking sobs, she thought she heard the young widow whisper something.
“There is no profit in revenge.”