"In the end, none can escape that day... The years rush by, the waters flow on."
Ten years. I've waited ten years for you. At last, you've come.
You came and, without a word, began stabbing me. Every strike meant to kill. I don't blame you. I have no right to. Here, in my chest, I've saved a place for you, only for you. Use your "Flowing Wind" to stab me once more, and take me home...
So this is what the book meant by the warmth of everyday life. So this is what it means to go home.
Home? Why did that thought come to me? I shook my head, but couldn't shake it off. "Why don't you come home with me?" The words appeared in my mind out of nowhere, as if from a distant past. Who said them? And to whom? Why did I think of this?
