Even if there comes a day where your missions have ended, I hope you can find a future you desire. Filled with peace, but with enough surprises to keep your heart beating.
but there's still a pain in him as he grips onto the dagger. while it is not uncommon for a sword warrior to have to slay their own master for the sake of history, they have always been the ones of the past. but aruji is the present, the one whose fate isn't etched in stone.
this isn't really her, and this should be helping her instead of harming, but... ]
Once again... I am sorry. [ he bows. ] Thank you for everything. I will return to you soon.
[He drives the blade into her. To the very end, she smiles at him, fond and at peace. No blood comes this wound, as she instead disappears, fading away into the void.
Tsuru will find himself falling. It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the passage of time marked only by the song from before playing again, echoing in his ears as he descends.
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[ in more ways than one. ]
Thank you.
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[Said with nothing but fondness.]
Even if there comes a day where your missions have ended, I hope you can find a future you desire. Filled with peace, but with enough surprises to keep your heart beating.
[Slowly, her hand falls back to her side.]
Until then, though—do what you must.
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but there's still a pain in him as he grips onto the dagger. while it is not uncommon for a sword warrior to have to slay their own master for the sake of history, they have always been the ones of the past. but aruji is the present, the one whose fate isn't etched in stone.
this isn't really her, and this should be helping her instead of harming, but... ]
Once again... I am sorry. [ he bows. ] Thank you for everything. I will return to you soon.
[ he will drive the blade into her. ]
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Tsuru will find himself falling. It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the passage of time marked only by the song from before playing again, echoing in his ears as he descends.
It's almost over.]