[Saori nods slowly. She knew the face of the man very, very well. Yamataki Mitsuhiro is a face and name burned into her memory as surely as her own mother's. One she'll never let herself forget, even through that misty hall of mirrors that was her memory.]

I do. A sorcerer who laid a curse on my family, a plague that took them in winter. [She's relating this as matter of factly as she can but there's a frozen steel to her words. She'd never forget those words, and the ghastly sight of her parents final days. Wasting away, with bodies like skeletons and eyes blind and haunted.]

He wanted me to die alone.

[A somewhat savage light briefly flickers in Saori's eyes, replacing the sadness. Equally as etched into her memory was her first act as a goddess: brutal revenge.]

And he died screaming.