I waited at home until dusk came. Kamui wasn't back yet. Was he hurt? No, he couldn't be. He said that he wouldn't ever betray me either. Maybe… maybe he just left. No! I know that I more to Kamui than that. Maybe… maybe he's lost. Maybe he can't find his way home. He always did have a bad sense of direction. That's just his style, the way he is. I hope you he's okay.
I laid still in my (our) bed, sobbing my eyes out silently. I guess I pushed him too hard. I prayed to the lord that he would come home safe to me. I cried and cried for hours on end. I was alone. I hated being alone. I was scared. Maybe… maybe Fuuma has him. No, Kamui would never do that to me. He loves me.
"No… I'm over reacting. He's probably still hunting."
Lord, please don't let him die. Because when he gets home… I want to kill him myself.