…And to never feel the tear again of steel beneath the skin…
At least…not like the way Akabane Kurodo did when he first tested metal against Ginji's mettle. Perhaps it was the faith in his partner and friend that Kurodo envied. He could never put such trust in anyone but himself and those deadly weapons he wielded. He sought that excruciating and exacting delight constantly even as he learned how to control that inner force. That once he yielded those one hundred and eight little knives in a single chorus was like truth being slammed into him even as the light tore it out of him. O to dance like that again…