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Fa Sheng nodded silently. He had to admit it was true - though perhaps their father had not always been there when wanted, he had not been absent. He had spent time with his sons, taught them carefully what it meant to be the leaders of an Empire. Whenever Fa Sheng thought about everything his father had been... he felt both lonely, and incompetent. How could he ever measure up? Father, Emperor, and a strong man...

"I don't know, Daiki," he whispered, a definite gloom in his voice. "Somehow... I do not think I will be a good father."
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Kisei turned slightly to gaze up at Kazumi, bewildered by the request. Braid his hair....? What on earth...?
Shaking his head slightly, he decided that it did not matter. Slowly he pushed himself upright, pausing for an instant to test his breathing. It was not strong... but it was strong enough. Air still rasping through his chest, he turned his back to Kazumi, swinging his overlong hair around for her to braid.