Take my base value.
Multiply it by time.
Add experience.
Subtract love.
Divide family.
What you get is the present.
The present would be better off in the past
Right now, my present has its eyes fixed on the distant future.
Behold your namesake! Itezuru - the frozen crane. That desperate struggle is her beauty. In the heart of winter she folds one leg and buries her head beneath a wing, moving not a muscle. She doesn't resist. She doesn't complain. She depends only on herself, drawing out her last ounce of strength. Is that not the way of all who truly follow their hearts...? [Lone Wolf and Cub]
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