"Ah," Koumyou... isn't shocked, it has to be said. His world is brutal; abuse by a relative isn't a strange story for him to hear. If not with a spell, then with other methods. People had no trouble finding ways to damage one another.

"People really are something else, aren't they?"

He goes back to sweeping as they talk, chasing a little pile of debris toward his dustpan on the floor. It wouldn't do to leave it alone for too long, or it could end up scattered again.