[Seems like he's still got some grasp on his identity, if it is the first thing he notices. Not that she knows, but he still feels the same to her. Same Mitsutada, but with his eye filled with blood and his sword form tangled in vines. If it grips him so tightly, would she be able to break its hold? She knows the answer: no, because this is a realm she can't reach into. She needs to find a way.
But she's thankful that Mitsutada is not fighting her, or that he can't; Vietnam is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. If it gives her the edge (haha) to be able to force him to stay, then she'll take it.]
Dead from the beginning... [Was he destroyed? Was he resurrected? How much of him is shrouded in darkness? She looks up, searching. He's been here the whole time and she knows, they know. No one can forget someone who puts everyone first.] Is this your second chance? Then please don't throw it away.
i see...best frands are this honest /lone...tear...
But she's thankful that Mitsutada is not fighting her, or that he can't; Vietnam is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. If it gives her the edge (haha) to be able to force him to stay, then she'll take it.]
Dead from the beginning... [Was he destroyed? Was he resurrected? How much of him is shrouded in darkness? She looks up, searching. He's been here the whole time and she knows, they know. No one can forget someone who puts everyone first.] Is this your second chance? Then please don't throw it away.