"It wouldn't be as hard if that was the only problem." Her shoulders slumped, a little of that bowstring-like tension draining away. "It's the predisposition that causes trouble." She blinked angrily, trying to fight off the urge to cry. She succeeded, but it roughened her voice even more.

"I haven't had an episode like this in years," she bit out, furious at—herself, she supposed. "I try so hard and—I train so much. I do taijutsu, and I eat well, and I even take supplements." Less than she had to when first entering the Academy, but she dutifully asked the doctor at the pharmacy near her home for recommendations every year, post-check up. "And... he hasn't seen me like this."

Like Mama.