[ There was Totsuka, whose flame was the weakest. Then there was Saya, whose flame she can't control just yet. They're weak right now, but they're all that's left of HOMRA. Yata balls his hands into fists. It hurts the wounds near his wrist slightly, but it's nothing he can't handle. He has to be stronger if he doesn't want to lose what he already has. ]
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[ There was Totsuka, whose flame was the weakest. Then there was Saya, whose flame she can't control just yet. They're weak right now, but they're all that's left of HOMRA. Yata balls his hands into fists. It hurts the wounds near his wrist slightly, but it's nothing he can't handle. He has to be stronger if he doesn't want to lose what he already has. ]
Me too.
[ ... He's taking this so seriously... ]