[X] Be there for your friend.
You reach out and take his hand, grasping it gently. The Nezumi closes his fingers weakly around yours. You get the feeling he's gripping your had as hard as he can, but it is only a feather's touch.
"I am here, Gazat'ken," you say softly. Your voice is a little hoarse, but you hold back your tears. You are still Samurai. To give in so deeply to your emotions, at least in public, would be shameful. "I'm here, friend."
"Friend," Gazat'ken says softly. "Yes-yes. Shared food with me… Fought Ogre with me… Friend…"
Gazat'ken's eyes go wide, and he lurches forward in a wrenching cough. Blood spews from the Nezumi's muzzle, black flecks within the red. Talak'tet takes up a towel and wipes away the fluid, and gently lays a hand on his comrade's shoulder. Gazat'ken reaches up with his other hand, gripping Talak'tet's just as he does yours.
"Little town is… safe-safe, yes-yes?" Gazat'ken asks. "Made it in time?"
"Yes," you say softly. You barely notice the Shugenja making his way out of the room and closing the door. All your focus is on the dying Nezumi before you. "You did. Shinsei's Last Hope still stands."
"That's good-good," Gazat'ken says. "Do you… Think I will be remembered? Will I live… in Yesterday?"
"Of course," Talak'tet says. "What you have done makes your name worth remembering, Gazat'ken. The Shamans will make sure you are never forgotten."
"Then it is… good-good," Gazat'ken says slowly. "I stopped… Tomorrow… for a little while… yet…"
Gazat'ken's grip slackens in your hands, and his arm goes limp. His eyes fog over further, and his mouth hangs open. He is not breathing, is far too still for any living creature. What little life the Nezumi held has flickered out.
Gazat'ken is dead.
You're not certain how long you stay there, holding his hand. It could have been minutes, or it might have been hours. You perception of the world is strange as you sit there in silence. You are still so tired, so weak from your march. But you don't care. What you have suffered is nothing. Your pain, your weariness, is but a pebble next to the mountain of Gazat'ken's sacrifice.
This is not the first death of a friend you have lived through. To be Crab is to know loss. That is why Hantei chose Hida and his followers for this duty. No other Clan could suffer the reality of death day in and day out. No other Clan could bear the weight of this duty.
But even still, as you sit there with your head bowed, it is so very hard.
The door to the room slides open, but you do not turn around. You are so weary. All you want to do is rest, to sleep and hopefully not dream. But you know you cannot. You know there are still responsibilities left that you must perform.
"The Honorable Daimyo of the Kuni Family, Kuni Mayu, desires to speak with you, Hiruma Sosuke," a man's voice says behind you. It is soft, respectful of the moment, but unyielding all the same. "I am here to take you to her."
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