[ somewhere, in the bottom of his heart and in the back of his mind, he knows that there's not much that he can do. he's ascertained their deaths centuries ago; and it takes more than a millennium to forget the sensation of pressing blood-soaked dirt and rotting corpses against his chest without a second thought in the dark, underground, where he can't see their faces.
if he can't save them, he wants them to look upon him again — and he wants to be with them, knowing full well what it means for him to make that wish. (in retrospect, dying is hard, for tsurumaru. as cruel as it sounds, it'd been easy for, say, yagen and kashuu, but death always eludes his grasp.) ]
Even if it's not real...
Is it wrong for me to still want to go to them, anyway?
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if he can't save them, he wants them to look upon him again — and he wants to be with them, knowing full well what it means for him to make that wish. (in retrospect, dying is hard, for tsurumaru. as cruel as it sounds, it'd been easy for, say, yagen and kashuu, but death always eludes his grasp.) ]
Even if it's not real...
Is it wrong for me to still want to go to them, anyway?