Snippets in the lives of Guts and Casca as parents, if the eclipse had not occurred. Some will be short, some will be long(ish); some are meant to be humorous, some, serious. They will not necessarily be connected or sequential. Dedicated to those who, in their weakness (like me), long for some happiness in poor old Guts' life.

Besides their climate, Canada and Russia didn't think they'd have anything in common; they didn't care enough to find out. However, during this meeting, perhaps they'll get a chance and hopefully the experience will change them for the better.

The Godhand should have read the fine print. They're really screwing up Griffith's moment, here. Guts/Griffith, utter crack.