Even the darkest night will end.
Disclaimer: Angel Sanctuary most certainly doesn't belong to me. The title is from Finale of Les Misérables musical.
A/N: It's a simple, restless drabble. English isn't my first language, so feel free to point out my mistakes. Thank you for reading.
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They are brushing past each other and Setsuna (Alexiel, a prostitute with a samurai lover, by whichever name he, she may be called) will never learn to know him. He doesn't know what he wishes and so he decides not to wish. Sakuya Kira would have wished, had he lived, so he has no right to.
Setsuna's spirit comes to him in a dream and he holds him because he will never be able to hold him (her).
He remembers the feel of her blood on his face and knows she would rather have been killed by her lover.
He is lucky (and secretly, because he could not in reality, but in a tale of his he is, grateful) to be so empty and hollow. He tries not to think there's still something painful stirring inside of him as each of these dooms is drawing towards its end. He doesn't know why he follows. He could never stop.
He smiles through cigarette smoke when he speaks of his own inevitable fate. He wonders if Setsuna will be able to tell the feel of Nanatsusaya apart from other swords. It's unlikely. He smiles through cigarette smoke.
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fin.