"I'm here." The words sounded weak in Tsukasa's ears. He tried again: "I'm here. That's right. I don't have to go back to that ludicrous world. It's better this way."
Quietly the moon looked down on the scene: a lone figure crouching beside a canal. A staff was held loosely in its pale hand.
***
The memories were faint, but still there. A starving kitten. She was smiling as its small, pink tongue lapped up milk. Then the dropper was knocked from her hand. A male figure stood over her...
Tsukasa shivered. He didn't know what those images meant. Didn't want to think about what they meant
The World was his home now.
Short, I know. I'm going to work on the next part and post it soon.
