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It was just a flute, crudely carved.
Only as an act of sympathy did I give it to you.
Yet you cherished it.
Even in the days when I turned my back to walk the path of Night, you kept it.
Even when you learned of the horrors that I committed, you kept it close.
Under the shadow of the moon, you knew your fate. Still you came; still you kept it.
I don't know why I picked it up.
It should have no meaning to me—except reminding me of the shame I had borne all my life.
I don't know why I still have it.
I should hate you. A part of me does.
The hatred does not go away. It clings to me, like a shadow of myself I can't rid myself off.
You and I were born together.
So maybe a part of you will always be with me, just as how a part of me had always stayed with you.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll always hold a piece of you with me wherever I go.
But I'm sorry, Yoriichi. Not this time.
I'm going to hell, and I can't bring you with me.
