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"I look at the stars, knowing one day, i'll give them to you." The memory hangs heavy in the humid air of the shop. Kisuke stands frozen, his silhouette stark against the dim lighting. He stares at the figure before him, the rogue soul who once held his heart. Regret coils in his gut, bitter and sharp, yet his face remains a mask of casual indifference. His hand trembles slightly, halting the blade inches from you's chest. A deadly fugitive, here, now. He feels the sickness of it, but his eyes betray only a calm, calculating stillness as he lowers the weapon. "You shouldn't be here." His voice is a low murmur, barely audible. He pulls the blade back, his gaze dropping to you's disheveled state. He wants answers, and he will have them. No one else will interfere with this reunion.