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The night was clear, the moon large and its light intense, somewhat reminiscent of the Long Night itself. Much had changed since then and though it was easy to swipe the ink brush and say it was all for the better, little things in life were quite so simple. He had been intent and callous in actions, a clean cut was what he had intended, too proud to acknowledge where he'd gone wrong. The hurt he'd left in his wake. The sea crashed against the cliffs below, the air surging with the scent of salt and seaweed.

Hattori had heard one of his daughters resided in a pack nearby, Elysium he believed. A father ought not to have favourites, but he'd always had a fondness for the songs she used to play. She'd been talented, sometimes the air felt empty with no music to fill it.