It must be the world twisting his feelings because it doesn't. Because he remembers a child cradled in his arms, held under piles of blankets, wheezing and looking for promises from Akechi and-
He remembers being loved. He might have been loved. The ghost loved a child that could still pretend that love was his and-
It's morning, afternoon, dusk-
And there's nothing, no one and he doesn't give a shit at all. ]
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It doesn't.
It must be the world twisting his feelings because it doesn't. Because he remembers a child cradled in his arms, held under piles of blankets, wheezing and looking for promises from Akechi and-
He remembers being loved. He might have been loved. The ghost loved a child that could still pretend that love was his and-
It's morning, afternoon, dusk-
And there's nothing, no one and he doesn't give a shit at all. ]