Tsubaki had been given just enough time to finally give Sora an answer before she was collected for visitation. It wasn’t as though being visited was coming as a surprise--she’d have been more surprised if no one had come to see her, now that she knew there was a family of some kind worried for her. Throughout everything that went on during the weeks, she wasn’t able to forget that. There were more people out there than just two parents, as well… There were Miyu’s friends. A brother…
And today maybe it would be her turn to see that brother in person, with her own eyes.
Now that her visitation time was finally upon her, Tsubaki was consumed by the possibility that the person who walked through the door was going to be Masamune. Maybe not the one she had seen the night she’d experienced his demise, the one her shadow had talked about and the one Kurogane had somehow glimpsed through her, but a Masamune. One who was still alive. Still in contact with her and her parents.
Coincidentally, it was his picture she had tucked into her clothes, meant for a meeting with Kurogane that she hadn’t yet been able to follow through on.
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And today maybe it would be her turn to see that brother in person, with her own eyes.
Now that her visitation time was finally upon her, Tsubaki was consumed by the possibility that the person who walked through the door was going to be Masamune. Maybe not the one she had seen the night she’d experienced his demise, the one her shadow had talked about and the one Kurogane had somehow glimpsed through her, but a Masamune. One who was still alive. Still in contact with her and her parents.
Coincidentally, it was his picture she had tucked into her clothes, meant for a meeting with Kurogane that she hadn’t yet been able to follow through on.