[ It's a good thing that Fushimi doesn't pay much attention to the reflections in the mirror. It's not anything that anybody would want to see.
Such as a big, empty house— a lot of darkness— a child crying softly. He'll see a war taking place, of course. A lot of wounded humans and a lot of wounded aliens. He'll see a man with long, brown hair being bounded by the wrists— a sword kissing the back of his neck and his head rolling across the grassy floor, blood splattering on a figure cloaked in all white with tears streaming down his face.
Katsura is sentimental. It's a painful way to see his teacher, but the only way he can see his teacher now. He places his finger tips on his chin, looking at one of the shards on the floor. ]
Ah.. I was looking for my companion, but I got distracted by these memories. It has been so long since I have seen him..
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Such as a big, empty house— a lot of darkness— a child crying softly.
He'll see a war taking place, of course. A lot of wounded humans and a lot of wounded aliens.
He'll see a man with long, brown hair being bounded by the wrists— a sword kissing the back of his neck and his head rolling across the grassy floor, blood splattering on a figure cloaked in all white with tears streaming down his face.
Katsura is sentimental. It's a painful way to see his teacher, but the only way he can see his teacher now.
He places his finger tips on his chin, looking at one of the shards on the floor. ]
Ah.. I was looking for my companion, but I got distracted by these memories.
It has been so long since I have seen him..