“Please come with me.” Reisen says in a soft, and insecure tone. Her body language tells you that she's feeling awkward, which in turn, makes you feel awkward. You don't say anything, following her silently. The corridor here is like the corridors you are accustomed to, quiet and spacious, but give you the impression of being in almost complete disuse. It's dark, with almost no natural light finding its way here. “I'm sorry about before.” Reisen apologizes, whilst keeping her gaze forward. “I didn't know what they thought to do with you. I was just trying my hardest in spite of it all.”
“...” You don't say anything, preferring to just listen to her. You hope that Kaguya will explain things to you, as it is, you're just likely to blame anything and anyone. You're not entirely sure what Reisen is on about, but you do know that it's not good to form hasty conclusions – that's gotten you into trouble more times than you can count.
“I did what I was told to do.” She seems to recognize the flaw in her argument almost immediately, causing her to become more sullen. You can't think of anything nice to say, still trying to figure out what exactly went on. It wouldn't have mattered if you had said anything though. You've reached your destination already, and Reisen knocks on the door before entering. She ushers you inside and then immediately leaves.
The room looks like something akin to an audience room. On one end, where you are, there's nothing but a couple of cushions here and there. On the opposite end of the room, there's a slightly raised platform. On it, you see your buddy, sitting in a dark ornate wooden chair. As soon as you spot her, she speaks, looking and sounding serious.
“Please sit down.” There's a graceful dignity to her words, which compel you to do exactly as she says. You sit on a cushion facing her. “I'd first like to apologize for having kept you for so long isolated. It was necessary to do so in order to sort out several issues around here.”
“Just what sort of issues? It wasn't very nice being in that room for goodness-knows how long.” You try to sound logical and composed, but you're impatient.
“Issues regarding the established order here. I'll be blunt, they mostly related to you.”
“If they're related to me, I should know what they are. It seems to me that anything that warrants being spirited away is worth telling me.”
“Indeed.” Kaguya smiles, projecting a sort of warmth to her next words, “By now, you've been here long enough to consider you a member of the household. Everyone acknowledges that, albeit in their own different way. As such, their treatment of you varies dramatically. During this time period, I made sure that your role here was clearly defined for them.”
“And what would my role be? And that still doesn't answer why I had to be locked up.”
“Your role here, of course,” She says it like she was surprised it wasn't obvious, “is that of my friend. And I expect anyone to treat a friend of mine like they treat me.” You don't know if it's the effect of her sitting at a higher place than you, but her words convey a sort of natural authority on the subject matter. She crosses her arms, her long sleeves draping over her torso. “Keeping you isolated had a double purpose. It was, like I said, to sort out attitudes and behaviors here, but that's not all. It was to help you clear your mind and body. I hope you take no offense to this, but you were gone. You seemed to be preoccupied with nonsense instead of what was important.”
“You mean the thing with Eirin? That was just a good bit of fun.” You recall your irrationality with shame.
“A bit of fun is playing cards on a rainy day. Or playing a simple practical joke on someone you like. This went rather beyond that, wouldn't you agree?”
“I certainly did seem to lose perspective.” You admit with a sigh.
“That's right. But don't worry-” She reassures you. “I'm not saying that you've committed some great sin. You are, after all, just human. And my own dear mentor did seem to cross the line a bit as well. You must understand though,” She confides with an eerie directness, “us Lunarians are accustomed to getting what we want, no matter the cost. Time is not a factor and we are just limited by our own ingenuity.” She grins for the next bit, making you wonder if she's talking more about herself than Eirin, “It's easy to forget, with a mindset like that, that when we're dealing with other people, that they have their own mindsets, needs, and wants. I hope you can understand that and not feel too hurt. I can personally assure you that causing others harm is something we are not naturally inclined to do.”
“How did Eirin see all this then?”
“She's much wiser than I am, so as soon as I brought the point up the point, she conceded that there were certain liberties taken where none should have been taken normally. Sometimes people just need a slight jog to their memory to remember what they meant to do.”
“And this took a week?” You get the feeling she's not letting something on about Eirin, but that's alright, you're more concerned with your own situation.
“Oh hardly, like I said before, you needed to clear your mind. I trust you got a lot of thinking done while you were alone? I apologize about the lack of showers, but the room you were in was supposed to be comfortable and welcoming.”
“I certainly slept alright on that bunk, but it was dark and cramped.”
“Really?” The news comes as something of a shock to her. It looks like she really didn't know. She explains herself with a remorseful tone. “I didn't know about that. Sorry. Those are rooms Eirin prepared for certain eventualities, and I was assured that they had everything a person could need. I don't know what to say.”
“Well, I've been through worse.” You try to make her feel better about it, seeing how crestfallen she looks. You know that you're too soft when it comes to seeing your friends upset.
“I'll make it up to you.” She thinks. “I know just the thing! When you go back to your room, you'll find a small compensation for your troubles.”
“That's great, I suppose, but what about now?” Now that your 'hermit lifestyle' is over, you are not quite sure how things will be.
“Well, I thought that maybe a nice party would be in order. I'm sure that after these initial hiccups, the other residents here would be more than delighted to get things going on the proper foot. I'm sure you agree with the sentiment?”
“Don't sound so downtrodden.” There's a soft edge to her words, from what you can tell it's probably pity. “It's not like anyone will treat you like royalty all of a sudden, I'm sure that you'll be as liked as before, it's just that now they understand how much they can twist things around before its uncomfortable for the both of you.”
“Hm, that's not good enough?” Kaguya gets up, her robes whooshing as they straighten up. “I know what'll make you feel better. After dinner you can come to my room and we'll write death threats to Sunrise together. How does that sound?”
“...nice.” You half-smile, still not sure if you feel good about all this.
“It'll be more than nice! I bet that together, we can make the whole production staff cry. You'd like that wouldn't you?” She smiles at you with a radiant smile.
“I can't hear you.”
“I would!” You finally answer with certainty as you imagine grown men sobbing over hurtful comments about their work.
“Atta lad!” Kaguya strolls to you and you get up. She pats you on the shoulder. “We'll give them hell. Now go take it easy for a bit, I reckon that the food will be ready within the hour. I've got to go freshen up. See you in a bit.”