44th Journey
Looks like I missed the party, huh? The fireworks were still visible from the forest. Less impressive, sure, but without the noise that comes along with that. Anybody took pictures of the bonfire? I kind of curious, and I want to see what I missed.
Seiya, Tsukino-san. How goes the moving? Tell me if you need an extra pair of hands with the boxes.
And Setsuna, I didn't forget about you. I've cooked chicken soup to deliver to your girlfriend today. I hope you'd like it. How are you feeling. Huh. The noise must have been annoying last night.
[Filtered to Death Morpheus' relative]
Do you have a minute? There's something I have to ask.
[Filtered to Morpheus]
Did the fresh air help you? I don't even know if you need air, but it's a typical cliché phrase to ask about.
I'll try to work on my focus in the visions of the blade.
[Private]
Never separate the sword from the scabbard... I was warned to not do it! Here I go again, doing reckless things, at least I know what's bound to happen this time. I hope with this I can help Morpheus-san somehow. It's a new sensation the need to help others and NOT because they expect me to, so I would get praised and given a treat like a pet. I remember the first time I felt it was when I decided to help someone else. When I turned back and returned to try and find Rakushun.
Rakushun... god, I miss you a lot.
Everything changed. Huh. I say good-bye to Seiya and his friend without knowing if I could ever get to know them as I'd like to. Would I ever know people as I knew Rakushun? I don't know and I'm scared to find out that I can't. If I can't go back home and get to know my parents and classmates and teachers as I'd like to. To be a stranger among them again.
I hate to think about it. It's the sword again. I tried to peek when I awoke in the campfire and put these doubts in my mind. I have to stop. I have to be stronger. For me.
...
Morpheus-san has a look in his eyes... It reminded me to my own reflection in the past. When I found him, it was like looking at myself so helplessly weak and alone at the mountain roadside. I can't force him to change, that's something he has to do by himself. But I'm not giving up on him, because I'm not giving up on myself.
Guess no one really has perfect intentions.
Seiya, Tsukino-san. How goes the moving? Tell me if you need an extra pair of hands with the boxes.
And Setsuna, I didn't forget about you. I've cooked chicken soup to deliver to your girlfriend today. I hope you'd like it. How are you feeling. Huh. The noise must have been annoying last night.
[Filtered to Death Morpheus' relative]
Do you have a minute? There's something I have to ask.
[Filtered to Morpheus]
Did the fresh air help you? I don't even know if you need air, but it's a typical cliché phrase to ask about.
I'll try to work on my focus in the visions of the blade.
[Private]
Never separate the sword from the scabbard... I was warned to not do it! Here I go again, doing reckless things, at least I know what's bound to happen this time. I hope with this I can help Morpheus-san somehow. It's a new sensation the need to help others and NOT because they expect me to, so I would get praised and given a treat like a pet. I remember the first time I felt it was when I decided to help someone else. When I turned back and returned to try and find Rakushun.
Rakushun... god, I miss you a lot.
Everything changed. Huh. I say good-bye to Seiya and his friend without knowing if I could ever get to know them as I'd like to. Would I ever know people as I knew Rakushun? I don't know and I'm scared to find out that I can't. If I can't go back home and get to know my parents and classmates and teachers as I'd like to. To be a stranger among them again.
I hate to think about it. It's the sword again. I tried to peek when I awoke in the campfire and put these doubts in my mind. I have to stop. I have to be stronger. For me.
...
Morpheus-san has a look in his eyes... It reminded me to my own reflection in the past. When I found him, it was like looking at myself so helplessly weak and alone at the mountain roadside. I can't force him to change, that's something he has to do by himself. But I'm not giving up on him, because I'm not giving up on myself.
Guess no one really has perfect intentions.