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  1. Peilin on Chapter 39 Thu 14 Mar 2024 07:13PM UTC

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    This chapter was a lovely lovely end to my binge read of this fic <3 Really, these kind of sweet breather/character chapters are so lovely and emotionally impactful after hard struggles

    Some of my favourite moments:

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    "And if you hadn't met her," Klein said quietly, "the two of you would never have exposed Kayaba. Do you know how many lives you've saved already, just by getting the guy to realize he made the last bosses too hardcore?" Shaking his head, he stepped back, and turned back toward the Castle's interior. "Maybe you haven't saved everybody, Kirito. But you've saved a lot of people, who'd be dead if you'd stuck around with me that day. Think about that. And… thanks, man. For everything."
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    "I'm a Rat, Kii-bou. It's who I am. But I'm your Rat. You're my favorite client, ya know that, right?"

    Gingerly, Kirito returned the hug, taken aback by the very uncharacteristically direct display of affection. "Um… is an info broker supposed to admit that?"

    "Who's gonna tell on me?" Argo snickered, and then sighed, her breath tickling him. "You're my best friend, Kii-bou. I'm with ya to the end of the Steel Castle. An' when we get out to our world, I'm gonna look ya up. I'm gonna put together every contact I got, use every channel, an' put together the team you need for this. Whatever it takes."
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    "The Blackwyrm," Kizmel told him, tugging at his lapels to settle the fit. "The great dragon that spreads its wings over the night sky. I saw it in a book in the Royal Capital, many years ago." She smiled, a faraway look in her eyes. "When I saw the dragonhide, I knew the coat needed that emblem. After all, what is the Black Swordsman but the one who guards the people of this world in the night?"

    Kirito tried to speak. He really did. But he couldn't find words, as his vision began to shimmer, and he couldn't have gotten them past the lump in his throat if he had. He could only pull Kizmel into a tight hug, burying his face in her hair; he didn't at all begrudge it when Asuna did the same from the other side.

    I'm not a hero. I never have been. Never will be. But if I have people who think that what I am is good enough… then it's enough. I can live with it. I can live with what I've done, even if people back in Japan will never understand. They do, and that's all that matters.
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    Now just going to bookmark this and eagerly wait for the next chapter <3

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