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Here is what Tatara Totsuka leaves when he dies:
a seven-year-old guitar;
approximately fifty-four reels of film, dug out from three dusty cardboard boxes;
a small studio apartment, empty for the most part;
an older sister whose name he forgot years ago and parents he'd not seen in longer;
an empty seat on the couch;
a few dozen distressed and vengeful clansmen;
a single tape where his face is captured onscreen;
a catchphrase;
a lonely king to whom he once said, "Your power is for the sake of protecting others;" (others: every soul that needs a home, and HOMRA has always been a shelter)
and a family.
Here is what Suoh Mikoto leaves when he dies:
an ashtray full of cigarette stubs, which Kusanagi was planning to reproach him for but, well, he doesn't get the chance to;
a half-empty bottle of gin, which will remain half-empty, because no one else likes it or because Mikoto was the only one who did;
a two-bedroom apartment with a mattress he never used and a dingy balcony that floods the living room in light at sunrise, not that he would know;
a couch on the second floor of Kusanagi's bar, where the walls smell of ash and fire;
a crater in the forest bordering Ashinaka High School grounds;
a disjointed family, taken out at the knees;
a friend who tried to save him;
the tears of a boy-not-yet-a-man;
a little girl with a broken heart
and the most beautiful red in the world.
Here is what Adolf K. Weismann leaves when he dies:
the wreckage of the blimp in which he spent most of his life;
the body of his sister;
his own body;
the remnants of a failed research;
two lost clansmen
and an old friend, a king of stars and gold, who mourns and mourns and mourns.
Here is what Isana Yashiro leaves behind:
a red umbrella;
two friends
and hope.