He had always thought his sister invincible, immune to deaths grip, had childishly believed she would always return unscathed. How foolish had he been to believe that she would always be there annoy him, mock him in sisterly affection, to lend an ear or a shoulder, to hold him and be the one person he could confide in without fear of judgment.
But as he had sat by her day after day watching as the miasma brought ruin to her body, watching her body destroy itself in an attempt to rid itself of the poison, he realized just how mortal she was.
And just how much she really meant to him.
Souta had never felt more relieved as he stood back, watching as two of strongest people he knew embrace crying their relief, and laughing away their sorrows.
And when her blue eyes met his and her arms opened in welcome he didn't hesitate.
