[The door would open moments later to reveal a disheveled Washu. Despite her small size and child like appearance, somehow she managed to look much older at this moment. Perhaps it was... the sight of someone so dear to her like this.

She lets him in and turns back towards the corpse sitting at the table.]

...You're right, it's not her. She lacks the gems...

[There's a soft intake of breath.]

But it looks so much like my daughter. I just... Whoever is doing this is going to pay.