He felt as though he had become the wind, so gentle and light, carrying the person in his arms over the smoke of battle and up into the clouds. There was no war there, no pain, no duty, no loyalty, no hatred between nations. There was only the two of them, free as the wind and blazing like fire.
Truth was, he had always known. Beneath the outer shell, all that remained was that beating heart...
He had fallen in love with him, but could never reveal it.
"If we're not enemies in our next life, will you come with me?"
"Ask me in our next life."
"Then if I become a woman, you have to marry me."
"..."
"Then I'll cling to you and follow you until you say yes..."
"All right..."
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