"I can imagine," Gina said softly.

Imagine, yes, but not understand. There was more she wanted to say but she had no idea how to say it. How could Setsuko, educated towards a contracted marriage, understand marriage for love, any more than she could understand an arranged marriage for the sake of peace? Individualism and communalism, and none of it something she could articulate.

There was probably a book in it, though. She'd talk to Ivy when she got home.