Week One, Tuesday.
[Chuuya has cut holes in the gimp mask so that it still covers his cheek but isn't so much... that.
It'll make this conversation less weird, but not by much.]
Have you had sex yet?
It'll make this conversation less weird, but not by much.]
Have you had sex yet?
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But he still has empathy for humans. And it still pains him to see them suffer.]
I'm a treasure of the Minamoto Clan. I've been passed down from father to son many times. Some of them die younger than others, but they always die. Because dying is a part of being human, Chuuya-san. It's what makes you you.
I can't say if there was anything more you could have given, but there must have been something you were already giving. Right, Chuuya-san? Without you, he wouldn't have been able to do a lot of things he was able to do, even for a short time.
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...it isn't fair.
[Chuuya curls up, head in his arms.]
He had so much life ahead of him.
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We shouldn't change history, Chuuya-san. No matter how painful it may be. It needs to be protected so the world can continue on the same path. Any deviation can make things worse. If you changed something, he might not even exist.
I don't think he would want you to feel guilty, or be sad. He wouldn't want to cause you grief. Maybe like here, you will see him one day on the other side, if that's what you believe.
What was his name, Chuuya-san?
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Fumiya.
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