"I know," Mari sobbed. "I know. I'm sorry. Everything I touch is destroyed. I wanted to help, I wanted to be better, but I'm—"
"Be silent!" Hana hissed. "Have some self-respect. I am not going to let you add 'self-pitying skinwaste' to your extensive list of failings. Hazō wants you functional and he makes some good arguments, so I'm going to help him. Understand: I do not forgive you. I will never forgive you. There is nothing good about you, you lack all integrity and honor, and I sincerely hope that I get to spit on your grave. But! Hazō pointed out that you can be useful, and claims that you want to change. Fine. Prove it. Keep the Hyūga and the other clans out of power. Make life better for my son and his friends. Do not ever try to come between us. And for Sage's sake, clean yourself up! Wallowing in your own stench because you refuse to even get out of bed—what kind of ninja does that?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry..." Mari sobbed.
"Don't waste my time. I know perfectly well that this broken-bird act of yours is just an act. You disgust me and I want nothing to do with you, but I am not willing to let your fake tears drive a wedge any farther between me and Hazō. I will help you 'recover from your misery' and 'redeem yourself'. We both know you aren't actually going to change—you aren't capable of it. But, you can be useful to my son, so I will bend just enough to help you. I'll be coming here every day from now on. When I arrive you will be out of bed, bathed, fed, and exercising. You will act like a human being to the rest of your family. If I see any more of this poor-me act then first I'll bring you out here for another wash and afterwards I'll get creative. Understood?"
"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry. I will, I promise, I—"