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That winter a blind man sat on a bench, incongruously staring down at a small black box as though he could see it.

Haruka had grown into a beautiful woman, filled out in all the right places. She had gained confidence and found her place in The Network. The once frail girl was leading battles and waging wars, inspiring loyalty in soldiers and warriors for entirely different reasons than she had inspired them as a child.

After all they'd been through together and all he'd taught her, Mamoru thought, she didn't need him anymore. The grown up girl could live her own life, and he was free to do the same. For the first time since the precog was twelve, she didn't depend on him to survive.

Mamoru opened the velvet jewelry case to reveal a pair of matching gold rings.

Haruka didn't need him anymore, but that didn't me he would let her get away.


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