shiranui.

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[... now, that's odd. there's a white wolf at the end of a long, long piece of parchment. now, he'd seen Sora's depiction of his first journey. he hadn't seen anyone else's. so as he gets to the part, the end--where he 'dies', he can't help but let out a quiet, peaceful sound. he lays back down.

history is an interesting thing, especially when they're talking about you.]

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There are pictures.

[he sounds vaguely amused, extending a paw to rest on the last picture of him, as a statue.]

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You need not be sad.

[he knows what he's feeling, and gives him a gentle lick on the cheek.]

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I have no intention of fighting until my last breath. Nor any intention of not giving back to this earth. So long as I continue my duties, I should not turn to stone.

[he states calmly, trying to soothe him. he knows it's probably inevitable, if he does do something rash again.]

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[he pauses for a moment, then smiles, shifting into his human form. totally not blushing or sort of flustered or anything.]

Thank you.

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I believe... everything.

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... you thank me every day by being here, Sora.

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[hee. touches the tip of his nose before he goes about curling the scroll back up.]

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My first journey. I believe the last is ... undocumented. I may be wrong, however.

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... quite.

[smiles, in spite of himself.]

It is... an accomplishment.

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Help deities, of course.

[lols at his own little joke.]