( He looks down at the body which is exactly as he remembers (of course, this is his memory). It's something he's always thought about. If he could go back in time to any moment, things could change. They could runa way, Ryouma could live, he could see the new age he worked so hard to achieve. Imagine all of the things he could still do! He wasn't finished when he was cut down that night.
But what about all of the people who were inspired by him and wouldn't be able to do the things they did if Ryouma had lived? Ryouma wasn't a man searching for fame or glory. He'd wanted to create a better Japan for everyone. History had gone on, even without Ryouma, and others had carried out his legacy. Ryouma died but his dream still lived on...
He gives Dextera's hand a squeeze. He's gripping Dextera's hand and he looks up, jaw clenched tight but eyes doing their very best to look determined. And he takes the step over with Dextera.
As soon as he does, a warm breeze picks up in the room. They don't even have to make it to the staircase. The breeze picks up, a flurry of cherry blossoms and petals spinning in the wind until it becomes so thick with pink and white, it's impossible to see through. And then it passes as quickly as it came, the cherry blossoms dying down with the wind, disappearing into the air until they're back in the town, still holding hands. )
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But what about all of the people who were inspired by him and wouldn't be able to do the things they did if Ryouma had lived? Ryouma wasn't a man searching for fame or glory. He'd wanted to create a better Japan for everyone. History had gone on, even without Ryouma, and others had carried out his legacy. Ryouma died but his dream still lived on...
He gives Dextera's hand a squeeze. He's gripping Dextera's hand and he looks up, jaw clenched tight but eyes doing their very best to look determined. And he takes the step over with Dextera.
As soon as he does, a warm breeze picks up in the room. They don't even have to make it to the staircase. The breeze picks up, a flurry of cherry blossoms and petals spinning in the wind until it becomes so thick with pink and white, it's impossible to see through. And then it passes as quickly as it came, the cherry blossoms dying down with the wind, disappearing into the air until they're back in the town, still holding hands. )