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Past

What is past has past. You cannot change what happened; you can only accept it and move on.

"Niichan?"

Sabata jerked back to the lands of reality, to see Django's curious gray eyes peering into his own.

"You were thinking of Carmilla again, right?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yeah… I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For being the one who killed Carmilla. I know how much she meant to you."

Sabata stared coldly at his brother.

"Che… What is past has past."

The Dark Boy stood up and walked to the doorway.

"I'm going out for a walk…"

"'Kay…"

As soon as the door shut behind Sabata, Django sat down and began to cry. He had an odd feeling he may never see Sabata again in the distant future. He has always had that feeling in the past and it had always been right.


Foreshadowing, oh no. I also wasn't thinking straight.