"different time, different empire, same graveyard."
"This land will never be free of its dead," they concede with a nod. Nor do they think it wants to be; Water Country is a harsh land with an at-times palpable apathy for the living, but oh, is she jealous of her dead. Lose your life in a swamp or a tidal wave, and not even your bones will wash back up on her shores. Haku imagines it as a type of love: possessive and obsessive, maybe, but wasn't it nice to be wanted?
They link their arm through their cousin's and tug her playfully against their side, leading her deeper into the garden they've chosen to walk through tonight. "But neither are we, cousin. Kirigakure is different now. The village has the same bones, but there's new blood coursing through it. New life. New opportunities, for all of us."
Fireflies wink awake in the dusk. Haku holds out their hand and smiles as one alights upon their finger. They smile and blow it toward Asanoha's hand with a gentle breath. "I can’t force you to come, but I think you owe it to yourself to visit and see what things are like now. The Mizukage’s residence has guest rooms. Come stay with me for a few days. Experience the new era for yourself.”














