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A single tear escaped her closed eyes and slipped down her cheek. He didn’t love her enough for his soul to be forever changed, but she was afraid her soul had already been rewritten in his flames.
“Whatever you ask of me.” He drew her closer and captured her hand in his, lifting it. Eyes lowered, he pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Whatever you desire, whatever you need. Command me, little miko.”
His eyes turned to hers, sorrow and longing twining in their depths. “I don’t want to lose this. You are my fire, Emi. You are my warmth. Before you, the flames within me were cold as ice.”
“He is my other half,” Uzume replied simply. “He completes me. To tire of him would be to tire of life itself.”
To find true makoto no kokoro, you don’t need to be in harmony with a kami. You need to be in harmony with yourself.
“That I’ve never been as absolutely certain about anything as I am about loving you.”
“I would have kept you forever, little miko.” His words were soft, almost soundless. “I would have taken you with me wherever the tides of time carried us, and I would have loved you until the very end.”
“You realize you’re mine now, don’t you?” he growled. “I am keeping you. Forever.”
