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Misaki had long since let go of the idea that she could raise her children the way she wanted—or that they were even her children at all.
:(
This kind of impurity dilutes the divine energies that give theonites their power.
Oh nazis. Nice!
Livingston,
Corbin what are you doing here
The sand bristled with arrows from some gang-related shootout.
The concept of a bow and arrow gang shootout
Takeru
Fuck this dude
“Why would it bother me?” Mamoru said. “This is good news. I’m the son of two great fighters, instead of one. This is good. It means that I must be strong. I should be proud.”
I WILL SOB
The deafening sound, like a thousand fighter jets, felt like it could tear the boundary between this world and the next.
This book is written so damn well
The Ranganese hesitated
Instant L
Their strength was in his limbs, pumping from his heart into his veins.
Shedding tears btw
a Whispering Blade caught the last rays of a dying sun. It gleamed once, pointed skyward, as its first and only victim hit the snow. Then, its work done,
I am SICK
“I can’t do that,” Misaki said. “What will I say to Dai-san when he gets back?” “He won’t want me,” Hyori sobbed into her hands. “I’m disgraced. I’m ruined.”
BROOOOOOOOOO
Tears had dried in the ash on Atsushi’s cheeks, indicating that he had cried himself to sleep. Yet the ten-year-old had held the Matsuda boys through the night, while their parents were too frozen to do so.
I am sick
The next breath that came out of her was more of a scream than a sob, and the pain it sent through her lungs was so pitifully small next to the sheer absence beneath her hands.
Like fuck man
Please Nami, please Nagi, she prayed through the tears. He’s such a good boy. Don’t let his stupid mother ruin this for him. Please… give me the strength to let him go.
Broooooo this shit hurts
“It is enough that, even for a moment, I had a son like you.
“But I have to say goodbye to my brave nephew, don’t I?” Misaki looked up at her sister-in-law in surprise. She had only just woken up. “H-how did you…?” Setsuko put a hand to Misaki’s face, ran a gentle thumb beneath one of her eyes. “You’re not much of a crybaby, little sister,” she said softly. “I’ve never seen your eyes so red.”
BROOOOOOOOO
“I didn’t catch up to him yet.” “Listen, Hiro-kun, that’s all right. You don’t have to stop chasing him.
Dawg.
So, let me ask Dai-san for forgiveness, and you…” Misaki drew back to hold Hyori’s shoulders in a bracing grip, trying to will strength into her. “You just send him on with all your love. All right?”
Bro this is like one of the mot agonizing scenes ive ever read
She kept her eyes open and watched Mamoru burn. It was the only defiance she could afford.
BRO
“I protected Setsuko and the children.” Misaki felt her face twist into a snarl of rage. “Five people were here in the house with me when the Ranganese broke down the doors, and all of them are with us now.” Her snarl turned predatory, and she felt the need for blood in her teeth. “One of our sons was with you. Just one. And where is he now?” “Misaki—” “Where is he now, Matsuda Takeru?” she demanded savagely. “Where is he now?”
GET HER JADE
Maybe the pain and shame were too much for a small boy to hold, but the mountain… the mountain could bear it all.”
Do not make me feel sympathy for this man i stg
My brother was my shelter in all things. His death left me shaken, flayed, like nerve and muscle exposed to the air.”
He hadn’t wanted to see this beautiful, strange woman crumble the way his mother had.
BROOOO
What sort of a man closed his eyes to the world and called it clarity?
In her growl, he heard his father’s bitterness, his mother’s tears. Mamoru boiled from her eyes.
He was a little boy, curled up on his side, shaking with the aftershocks of his father’s fists, unable to understand where his mother had gone, why she had left, why his father hated him so much.
In an agonizing surge, it seemed to give back everything he had sent out into it over forty years: his brother’s bruises, his mother’s screams of impotent anger, his nineteen-year-old bride holding her face in her hands as she fought to stifle her sobs, his father holding a bamboo rod and cracking it down on him. The stick hit his ear and became the crash of bombs on Takayubi’s slopes. It hit his back and became Kotetsu Atsushi’s fists as he begged Takeru to go back for his father—“Please! Matsuda-dono! Please!” It hit his arm and became Misaki’s Blood Needle. It hit his knuckles, and he felt
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This book is RUINING ME
“Would it be all right if I stayed with you, Takeru-sama?” she asked softly. Takeru was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded. “Please.”
DUDEEEEEEE
“That is my wife’s business,” Takeru said a little sharply. “As a lady of a noble house, she can bear a sword if she—”
she had always found it difficult to place white people’s ages—with
“Shall I get my niece?” It was what Setsuko had started calling Siradenyaa,
I love her so bad
Something of the moonlit snow that seemed to live in his skin.
The skin of a killer
They had been married fifteen years. It was the first time they had ever held hands.
“He invited me.”
FUCKKKKKKKKKKK
Wholeness, she had learned, was not the absence of pain but the ability to hold it.
The familiar ache rose between them—the burning urge to rush into an embrace, contained in the knowledge that they never could. It strained there between them as their eyes met. They didn’t shake, or shout, or cry as they had when they were teenagers. They bore its weight like the man and the woman they had become.
