[He almost wishes that she'd go. For his daughter to see herself reflected in this place's magic? As a manifestation of his own regrets, no less? Susato has never, ever failed Yujin; it feels unfair, for her to witness any of this at all. She doesn't deserve to bear any of his burdens-- these are his mistakes, his debt to his own child to spend however many years it may take to clear.
And yet, more than all of that, he's simply... ashamed. He burdens Susato over and over, and she always stands up all the straighter for it. She is, and always has been, a better daughter than he deserves. This only confirms that.
Behind them, the little girl holds the bundle in her arms close, waiting. Yujin isn't looking at her anymore, though. Right now, as much as it hurts, he's got to keep his eyes forward: on that which is real, rather than a past that is long, long gone. She grows fainter and fainter, until at last she disappears.
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And yet, more than all of that, he's simply... ashamed. He burdens Susato over and over, and she always stands up all the straighter for it. She is, and always has been, a better daughter than he deserves. This only confirms that.
Behind them, the little girl holds the bundle in her arms close, waiting. Yujin isn't looking at her anymore, though. Right now, as much as it hurts, he's got to keep his eyes forward: on that which is real, rather than a past that is long, long gone. She grows fainter and fainter, until at last she disappears.
Yujin pulls Susato into his arms.
What else is there to say?]
I'm sorry.