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Shadow-like hands pierced Shirai's barrier easily, and wrapped themselves around Sora's limp form. "I have you now," came Chinmoku's whisper. His shadow hands then pulled her slowly into the sphere, where he held her in his real arms, crying openly. The hourglass above the sphere drifted away like smoke on the wind, and the sphere slowly colapsed in on itself. The sphere vanished with a small explosive "Boom", and Chinmoku, holding Sora's form, gently drifted to the forest floor.

Lifting her to his chest, he stood up, and gripped his scythe. Feeling the Commander's eyes upon him, he held up his scythe, and watched as it reverted back to a shoto. Holding it up in front of him, he contemplated on throwing it as far from him as possible, and todding it into a volcano. Unfortunately, he merely sighed, and sheathed it behind his back. "Commander, I apologize for not thinking clearly. My only excuse is that I was in the heat of the moment, and acted on impulse. I thought her dead, so I chose death myself." His lips then sealed shut, and refused to talk further.

"Wheres my blanky?" Sora whispered, her hands searching for something. He held her closer to his chest, and kissed her forehead, which made her smile and snuggle into his chest, "Found it," she whispered happily, slinging one arm over his shoulders. Briefly glaring up at the Commander, he left the forest on a limp, towards his barracks, and their bed.