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Sky-blue orbs stop their search and halt, hearing the monotonous voice speak behind him.
He’d come to see if there was a chance, perhaps just brief moment that he could have a small
break, a short breather even though this place was… ‘her’ place. Yato hardens himself and turns
around slowly, a hand coming to the back of his neck as his gaze lands on ‘her’.
“…”
There’s a long silence, drawn out by his eyes staying away from the
void-like leer sent his way. He finally meets them, steeling
himself before he speaks.
“…Too late or not, I’m not here for you.
…I revoked yer name for a reason, and
I have no intentions of comin’ back to you.
I don’t need you anymore.”








