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Major… It’s been so long, hasn’t it, since you left Edo; left these tattered remains of Tasogare’s world Setsuna’s been holding together out of sheer spite.
I can feel my dear Kei writhe in this body of Tenma Morei we share, spitting insults at you, but I can’t stop looking at you, devouring you with my eyes. You look so regal, at peace, like you used to be, and I can’t help but reminisce of the old days, painful as they often were.
But Major, what happened to your hair? Where did the hair the color of blood and fire go? Your red hair, one I adored so much – where is it? My heart cries – your miko clothes are white and red, so simple yet striking amid all the colors of your companions – but your hair is no longer that breath-taking color of red.
I still remember combing your hair for you while you were recovering, back when we were Valkyria and Samiel. How I wish I’d had the bravery to speak my heart then, with my fingers tangled in your blood-red hair and serene smile on your sleeping face.
Maybe… maybe I’d be still combing your crimson hair now.