[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

He remained at the table, but as soon as his father had left, his hand went up to his his eyes, covering them and hiding just how upset he was at how his father would have handled it. Fumiko could have lived. If only he had gone back to the village and talked to his father like he originally would have, and instead ran because he had no faith in the elders changing their opinions on such a matter. "It was my fault.." he blamed himself for his choice and he stood up, his form shifted into his tengu form. His multiple arms, eyes, and wings merged, making him look more like a normal tengu and his wings became glossed with the same purple sheen he had when he was Nobuo.

He started walking back to Toshi's room instead of going to see his father to have more questions answered. He was still in a little disbelief that Toshi was Fumiko, knowing that something like that happening was just extremely unlikely. But somehow, fate had brought them together once again. The way he was so drawn to the house when he had ran from the slaughter of his village was because of Fumiko being there. They were brought together again by invisible forces. Though he wondered, was Toshi even aware of the past where they were together?

Quickly, he came into the room where Toshi was, sitting by her side and holding her hand again. He felt horrid for wanting to keep Toshi in this state, just to fulfill a goal he was unsure of. In his state of rage, he had forgotten and left behind the person whom he loved, and had forgotten the feeling he once held, but now he understood clearly even when he still didn't have all of his memories. He got the memory that was the most important, "Fumiko...It was my fault you had to die...I'm so sorry..."