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If he had met her in his past life, perhaps he would have chosen a different path.
There was something about the girl with the strange name and clothing that made Bankotsu take a hard look at the person he'd been. It was something he hadn't done since he was a young boy and avoided doing at all costs since he'd taken his first life.
He sure as hell wasn't about to do it now.
But the longer he watched her, the longer he listened to her speak and laugh, the deeper he was pulled into a fleeting hope that was well outside of his reach— to go back in time and be someone worthy of her warm, gentle gaze.
Someone whose name didn't taste like poison in her mouth.
Someone she didn't want to destroy.
Someone she could love.