You came back to me in a casket. Still, unmoving, quiet. You promised me, "Everything will be alright." Tell me, Sawada Tsunayoshi, is you coming back silent, lifeless, dead, "all right"?

That fateful day you came back, bloody and losing the life from those precious caramel eyes, I had only one thought. "Please, God; the God I've only believed in till now, let him live."

And now, the war is over, the rain is falling, and all that's left has blown away.

I remember the day you left for the Millifiore base. You were standing in the doorway, with your head turned back to me. You were smiling; that bright smile you always wore whenever you were trying to reassure someone that "Everything will be alright." And I fell for it. I believed that you'd come back to me, with your eyes sparkling and your arms held open.

"Hibari-san," you would say as you ran and hugged me. But how did you come back to me? Half dead with your very soul's essence pouring from that stomach wound.

I remember the smile on Byakuran's face, as he delivered you to our front door.

"Here, maybe you can save him. And maybe if you do, send him back. So I can destroy him, once again," he said, with that grin that mocked us, knowing full well we could never save him even with our very best efforts.

Even now, I don't remember why we let Byakuran go. All I remember is your form, bleeding and broken in my arms.

As the hours devour me, I sit there waiting there for you.

There's nothing left of me, lost in a void I don't see, because there's nothing else left to believe in.

The end is now.

I've bottled up my anger I reserved for you, because there is nothing left now but regret. There's nothing left I can do, no matter how much I try, I can't save you.

I can't feel anything now, I've gone numb.

And now, the war is over. The rain is falling, and all that's left of the life we knew has blown away.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, you are such a liar. And now that the war is over because of your sacrifice, do you really think, "Everything is alright?"

And now, in my mourning, you've come back to me. Ten years younger, naïve to the harshness of this world. Once again, you torture me with that smile and that stupid saying, "Everything will be alright." Looking at you of ten years ago, I can only think of the feelings that I had bottled up for the you of this era.

So tell me, Sawada Tsunayoshi, is the you of ten years ago any different from the you now?