[ When Mitsunari wakes again, he will be in his tent, tucked into his futon. Hours, if not days, have passed.
For Magoichi, they have been very long hours. She is a killer, not a healer. Yet it was she who absolutely refused to let the man die, if she had to drag him back from hell to do it.
She would not cry over another man's death, whatever she had to do to prevent it.
If her heart was not strong enough, he would simply have to live.
Now, in the quiet, she is slumped over, dead asleep, on a half-folded blanket, having finally given into exhaustion whether she meant to or not. ]
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For Magoichi, they have been very long hours. She is a killer, not a healer. Yet it was she who absolutely refused to let the man die, if she had to drag him back from hell to do it.
She would not cry over another man's death, whatever she had to do to prevent it.
If her heart was not strong enough, he would simply have to live.
Now, in the quiet, she is slumped over, dead asleep, on a half-folded blanket, having finally given into exhaustion whether she meant to or not. ]