[ It is perhaps just then that Kiki remembered to breathe. Sensing his Master's faded Cosmo from almost a decade ago, and realizing that he will never come back is not something he wants to happen again.
At his side, and partly hidden by the yukata's sleeve, Kiki clenches his own fist -- a physical manifestation of willing certain wounds to remain closed. After a moment (or two) of silence. ]
I'm sorry, Master.
[ -- sorry that he wasn't there; sorry that he wasn't able to stop it from happening again. ]
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At his side, and partly hidden by the yukata's sleeve, Kiki clenches his own fist -- a physical manifestation of willing certain wounds to remain closed. After a moment (or two) of silence. ]
I'm sorry, Master.
[ -- sorry that he wasn't there; sorry that he wasn't able to stop it from happening again. ]