This is the sweetest and strangest sadness of my life. To leave
the dead and carry on isn’t as hard as leaving the living to carry on. I must
love myself since there is no one living with me whom I can talk to.
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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