She shakes her head. "I don't think you do," the older woman says with brutal honesty, before softening. "Or at least I hope you don't. But there's a lot I hope you never do understand."

She should have that kind of warning in her recorded memories somewhere a few times over. Not that Tasha knows that.

Tasha purses her lips. "I'd like to teach you aikido. If you're willing."