[ the last time a child had spoken so plainly about death with him had been under the fall of cherry blossoms, when chrono had been fourteen and still not fully aware of the role the universe had decided for him.
"there's a corpse under the cherry trees, feeding the blossoms blood."
he shivers, swallows. were they the corpses, now? pulling themselves from the roots before the tree could slake its thirst?
chrono sits beside yuca. ]
I'm sorry. [ he pats the boy on the shoulder, holding his hand there for a moment. ] It's not fair for this to happen to you.
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"there's a corpse under the cherry trees, feeding the blossoms blood."
he shivers, swallows. were they the corpses, now? pulling themselves from the roots before the tree could slake its thirst?
chrono sits beside yuca. ]
I'm sorry. [ he pats the boy on the shoulder, holding his hand there for a moment. ] It's not fair for this to happen to you.