[He's a rare existence among people in general. He's the one who, when given the chance to ask for anything he could ever want, asked for the chance to grant the wish-granter's wish. He's the one who embraced the powers he hates just for the chance to see a singe person one more time. He's the one who instantly forgave his murderer, and saved him from a fate worse than death.
He'll be fine, he thinks. He just has to help her now.]
We'll have to see, once we get out of this mess.
[He still doesn't know if he's going to be a Witch or a Human, but he'll figure it out eventually. Maybe.]
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Well.
Watanuki's sadness is clear on his face as he carefully reaches up, attempting to wipe away the tears with his thumb.]
It's just a little while longer. Two weeks, maybe three. That's how long it should take to find what I need.
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...I can endure it if you can, Kimihiro.
...I already have so for many years. What's a few more weeks?
[She's trying to stay light, but...it's strained.
You will hurt. You will hurt so badly, and I'm so afraid it will break you. Witches have broken over less.
But just like that day, she stays quiet. Just like that day, she doesn't fight, or voice what she's thinking.]
...You are...a rare existence, I think, among Witches. I hope...that after this game, I can continue to watch you grow.
...No matter how it is.
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He'll be fine, he thinks. He just has to help her now.]
We'll have to see, once we get out of this mess.
[He still doesn't know if he's going to be a Witch or a Human, but he'll figure it out eventually. Maybe.]
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[And in that moment, something...feels like it's changed.
Some small thing, but deeply important.
Ah, what is this? What has changed?
...Maybe, it's her own will.]
This future...will be painful. But...maybe, just maybe....
[She falls silent, before suddenly leaning against him, her hand curling on the fabric in her chest.]
....For...just a little while, could I....rest on you? I - won't be long, I promise.
[...And as she says that, he can still feel the gentle, wet warmth of tears falling on his shoulder.]
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[And he will sit there, hand resting on her back, holding her loosely as she 'rests' against him. It's alright, she's not alone anymore.]