Summary: Gokudera, Tsuna, and reincarnation. Sometimes you find things that matter; much more often, you don't.
Once there was a soldier who glanced at a terrified girl crouched on the ground - making her body a shield over another child, almost certainly her brother - and then deliberately looked away and left them alone;
there was a pastor who did not really believe, and a believer who hung on his words;
there was a pirate who remembered her runaway bunk mate at odd moments all through her life, and sneered in wondering, resentful scorn at that unforgettable naïvety;
there was a small-town farmer who grinned at the magician of a travelling carnival, thinking about all the weird lifestyles people could have, and startled him into smiling back;
there were people who died at the same times and at different times, because of circumstance, other people, or by their own hand, who had never set foot on the same land as each other. There was a fire that burnt itself out furiously fast, and a spark that was never fought to ignite. There was inspiration never given, feared, or needed, and an immensity of hope and shared happiness that could reshape the world, if only the will was there, was looked for elsewhere or found nowhere.
Maybe someday.