Holding the Mirror

When they first met as children, she was melancholy and forlorn. He said only: If I were an asura, would you marry me? In the pride of youth, he was defiant and hard to read, yet he said only: If I were a general, would you marry me? She retreated step by step, bewildered and helpless; He pressed her relentlessly, intent on making her yearn for what she could never have. She gave a cold, quiet laugh. What else do you want from me? He raised his brows slightly, his smile bright as a blazing fire: If I taught you assassination, would you marry me? Who cares if a mirror-bearer must be selfless? If you let go of everything, can you finally stop missing your chance? The above is the prettified version... Really, it's just a chaotic story about two equally awkward little fools, with ambition and absurd melodrama thrown into the mix... This is an extra for The Bright Night of Calamity. If you don't know it, just skip this nonsense... Theme: