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he was on his knees. praying in twisted tongues,to a twisted god.to his god.to her hate.to the god who was priest.to the priest that was not god.to the white stained bride.she watched him speaking,begging,longing for forgiveness."they are dead jin."she stated hoping to make him stop."he looked back at her."oh...i forgot."he stood up."were here.inaba is your home now."he pointed at a building.an empty apartment on the very top and two empty chairs."there is you.there is me."he said softly.but the fingers he twisted around hers burned.she wished that the bride would silence her god and let itami keep jin sane.all the writhing of his hand in hers burned.

a man with silver hair examined them from afar.his twisting innards fighting an impossible battle with death.