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❝ Kubo... ❞
Yes, that was it.
Something about how the name left his lips was----
Strange.
A bittersweet taste. It left his mind blank, and yet, the name and the face of the boy created an o d d feeling in the pit of his stomach. Raiden never understood why; he was always reassured by others that his boy was of his blood.
His grandson.
Eyes blink. It seems like he hadn’t realized the name slipped from him, fingers were writhing with one another in his lap. He had been thinking again, which lately, was a difficult task to do. As everything that came to him was BLURRED or.... faded.
❝ I’m sorry... ❞
Brows knit.
------Why did he say that?
