423 tore at my heart.
But I don't worry. There is no way Kubo could end a series without some sort of resolution.
He found it painfully ironic that tonight was a new moon.
It was quiet in his house, for once. Yuzu hadn't told him to come down to eat his dinner, and Goat-Chin hadn't said a word to him all day. He liked it this way. He didn't want to fake anything right now. His emotions were raw, and no amount of consoling from anyone would help.
Ichigo was tired. He was tired of having to play the hero, tired of having to give up what he wantedneeded to have. He was tired of being selfless.
He was tired of unconsciously trying to find her, and he was tired of the repeated bitter realization that he couldn't find her. He would never find her.
He left his window open that night, despite the bitter cold.