Jaded
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Summary: Drabble inspired by Samurai X
He rests there, his head bowed as if the weight of his sins preys on him. Even in his sleep, one hand rests on his katana, hand lax but ready to draw at a moment's notice.
"Be his saya."
It's dangerous in the streets, I told him as he handed back my dagger silently.
"You should go back to your family."
I came searching for a ruthless killer, the one that, with one stroke, fell my fiancé and my joy.
I found you.
A boy.
"Without someone to guide him, he'll fragment into two personalities and go out of control."
You . . . are so noble. When I fell, you were there with one hand offered to help me up and you promised to protect me.
"You blossom in the rain, Tomoe-san."
I'd forgotten that hate is only one side of the coin.
I have no regrets.
Anata . . .
- monologue at Tomoe's death