[littl3chocobo]

'anything...' he repeated. he said nothing as they walked back to mizuki's house. not to anyone passing by not to the man himself, luka felt cold, he would make himself love this person, until his life was saved or he died one, all promises made were kept, that is how it had always been, that is how it would be, he wondered if his nanna felt so resigned when his great grandfather cheated and won her hand. it was a sad irony that though he sang nothing he stilled called doom in on his own shoulders. they stepped inside silently