imagine you have to kill the love of your life, the only person who ever saw you as just you. not the strongest, not the savior of the world. no, just you. and he loved you for it.
you know you should take proper care of his body, people could do things with it, but no. this is your lover's body, you don't want to destroy it. not the body you spent so much time with. and so you don't, you give it back to his family. you think you're doing him a service.
and then, a year later, he comes back to you. but he's hurting you now, he talks differently. your eyes tell you it's him. it's suguru. it's your love. and you believe it, for a split second, you believe it. even though you felt his life drain away under your fingertips, even though he is different. he's hurting you. suguru wouldn't hurt you.
it's not him, how could it ever be him? no, it's some monster, a thing that has taken over his body, a thing that wears his skin. he wears his skin because you love him. because he saw all the memories you made together. he knows how much you love him, he knows suguru is the only one who could ever distract you. the only one able to distract the strongest. so what do you do? you scream, you plea—how long will you let them control you, suguru? and what does he do, what does your dead love do? he fights back, takes control of his own corpse, it's futile, it's also impossible, yet he did it. for you.
then you die. you die on the same day he did. it was inevitable, really. you spent your life as a living weapon (except when you were with him), you always knew it was going to end this way (except sometimes when you were with him you dared to hope). and when you die, what happens? they take your body and use it as a weapon. not only a living weapon, but a dead one too. they take your body and do the same thing they did with your lover.
oh, yes you were a weapon, but weapons have love and dreams too, do they not?
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