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If the Emperor is good at one thing, it’s censorship.”
“If the people here are honestly trying, then how come this place is such a mess?” Misaki challenged. “How come they’re still so poor and uneducated?”
The dragon killer ripped the blade free, and Mamoru watched his own insides spill from his body. Reality overcame him like river waters breaking through the last of winter’s ice. I’m dead, he realized with chilling clarity. I’m dead.
“You’re still alive,” Misaki insisted. “You’re going to survive this.” “I don’t want to.” Hyori’s voice was broken. “I don’t want to, I don’t want to.”
“How dare you claim to respect my choices and then deny them because you don’t agree with them? How dare you claim to respect my autonomy and then deny it because it means you don’t get to keep me.”
“Oh, is that what I am? I made a decision you don’t like, so I’m a coward?”
One didn’t need to be a fina to understand that regret was like poison to the spirits of the dead. A spirit who regretted what he hadn’t accomplished in life would be unable to pass into the peace of the Laaxara.
The best Misaki could do was hold her baby, and love him, and love him, and hope it was enough that she could let him go.
I hate death i miss hershey :(
