and yet oda doesn’t stop until sakura—or whatever is left of her—notices him. she’s so different, he realizes, but somehow, he also feels like this is sakura, too. she’s just hurting.
he understands that, at least. ]
No. I don’t really agree with what she wants to do. [ he pauses, looking around. ] I want to talk.
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and yet oda doesn’t stop until sakura—or whatever is left of her—notices him. she’s so different, he realizes, but somehow, he also feels like this is sakura, too. she’s just hurting.
he understands that, at least. ]
No. I don’t really agree with what she wants to do. [ he pauses, looking around. ] I want to talk.