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The sky was red, the colour uncomfortably similar to so much that reminded him of home. It was the red of Tokyo Tower, where he had dreams upon dreams of fights of destruction of so much pain. It was the red of Hinoto's unseeing eyes as she gazed into a realm beyond human perception and the future she had striven to change, the red of Hinoto's eyes that, he recalled, had seemed surprisingly cold and sly, that brief flash of non-emotion before she seemed again the gentle dreamgazer she was.
But most of all it was the red of blood: Magami Tokiko's blood splattered across the walls and floor and ceiling as she gave birth to a Sword, Kotori's blood from her breast that didn't stop flowing, Saiki's blood that pooled on the ground around his head where his body should have been, the Sakurazukamori's blood stark against the white of Subaru's coat… The blood of everyone he had not been able to protect or to save.
Passing a hand briefly in front of his face, Kamui leaned back against the tree he was sitting under. Though the days passed quickly and interestingly enough here, the nights were as long as they'd ever been. He was still often woken by dreams that left him fighting back screams, dreams that left him shaking and cold and unable to fall back asleep. He sighed; it was getting cold.
But most of all it was the red of blood: Magami Tokiko's blood splattered across the walls and floor and ceiling as she gave birth to a Sword, Kotori's blood from her breast that didn't stop flowing, Saiki's blood that pooled on the ground around his head where his body should have been, the Sakurazukamori's blood stark against the white of Subaru's coat… The blood of everyone he had not been able to protect or to save.
Passing a hand briefly in front of his face, Kamui leaned back against the tree he was sitting under. Though the days passed quickly and interestingly enough here, the nights were as long as they'd ever been. He was still often woken by dreams that left him fighting back screams, dreams that left him shaking and cold and unable to fall back asleep. He sighed; it was getting cold.