Duzzie
Word Count: 163
Gratitude
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a/n: I know this chapter is way overdue, and I'm really sorry about it. Tsubasa's turns had/have been keeping me somewhat away from reading, and if not that, then definitely writing. I'm getting back into writing and because this is so short, there will be another one soon! Dedicated to Azalee, I know I owe you more, so look out for it!
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In the end he lost an arm.
A long time (minutes, hours, years?) ago, this might have bothered him. It might have made him weaker, it might have angered him, it might have killed him. Right now, though, he can only feel relief (relief, relief, relief, they're alive).
These people who have gone through so much with him are still here, still beside him and, perhaps not for the first time, but for a time that has not come for what he knows is many, many years, he is selfishly happy.
Upon waking up from black sleep he is worried for the shortest amount of time but then she is by him and all he can think about is her face and her hair and her smile. Tomoyo, the shield around his heart, the one who he is now sure, worried about him everyday.
"Welcome home, Kurogane."
Home. Home.
It's good to have one to return to, because this journey isn't over yet.
