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All Day, Every Day
Isabel Night
Dear Anubis,
It's springtime in the Nether Realm. I wish you were here to see it. The Cherry Blossoms are at their zenith, and Kayura, Cale, and Sekhmet are enjoying the New Year with a loud Hanami. I should be with them in the castle gardens, but I have no stomach for food, sake, or parties.
Still, I'm not sure we found an ideal location. We did pass the small waterfall with its cluster of daffodils, looking for a spot to celebrate. Our final location was the flat grassy area under your favorite spot - the old weeping cherry tree. The pale pink flowers were a welcome sign, but they reminded me of the past. It feels odd, returning to a place that had once been your sanctuary. And the cruel irony is that while this old tree still blooms the man who sheltered under its branches is no longer alive.
It's been a decade since you gave up your life to save the four of us from Talpa. We try to lead normal lives by keeping the City of Desire running smoothly. With hard work and help from the city's residents, the capital is now more prosperous than when Talpa was ruling it. Such luck can only be an outpouring of your blessings. To repay you, I sometimes sneak away from my responsibilities to visit your grave. At first, it was to pray, offer incense, and clean your headstone, but those actions soon led to my many long talks of what's been going on with our lives. If continuing your benevolence demands that I tell you of all our joys, sorrows, and daily problems then my troubles should be gone within a matter of days.
But they are not.
The real reason I avoided the party was to ask you one simple question...why? What, in all the ten thousand levels of Hell, made you think that we were worth dying for? I know I asked for your forgiveness before we were carted off and paralyzed in those towers, but why did you go and sacrifice yourself? I've asked you that question many times when I visit, but only the wind replies; blowing stray strands of my white hair like the answer to a reason that will never be spoken. Everyone has told me, 'You had no say in the matter' but I don't believe it. I try to comfort myself by reading books on the philosophy of grief, except that they are low on solace. You had to have known what you were doing, but what drove you to do that final act is still a mystery, even in death.
So, I've come to ask you again...why? What did you see in us? How did you see past the egos? The rivalries? The whispers? The promises? Did you have some vision while you were up in that tower before you broke out? Was it a genuine illusion that showed you the promise of us becoming better men? Or was it rooted by our actions in the past? Did you see something in us that made you believe we were worth the effort?
If it was, I hope for the sake of your last wish that we never forget. But for now, I'll spend the next few hours waiting for an answer. If you tell me everything soon, maybe I can rejoin the party before Cale and Sekhmet start to wonder where I've gone to...
Regards,
Kuroda Dais
THE END