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Kokoro looked to the couple and squinted for a moment before her eyes went wide with realization.
Goro simply looked at Kioshi confused. “Have we met?”
“Don’t know!” Koishi happily stated.
Goro thought for a moment, trying to recall if he ever encountered my sister, but failed to do so.
Gingerly he took the hound and pulled her across himself and Seija and offered the seat. When my sister did, he produced a comb and took a lock of hair from my sister’s head and brushed it.
“Koishi…” he said, a fuzzy image appearing in his mind.
She smiled, still clueless about the man, but happy to be recognized by him, nonetheless.
“Hold on a minute, what do you mean Goro’s going to be a father? I’m not pregnant...” Seija asked, confused.
“You aren’t, but you’re still going to be a parent.” I said, rubbing the side of my face.
“Look at your bracelet Goro, do you notice anything missing?” I asked.
He looked it over, turning his hand over to examine both sides. The faces contained within the beads grew and shrank in luminance as he did. “No, it all seems there.”
“Really? You don’t see a sort of gap, do you?”
Looking again his mind focused and like a microscope changes lens he reassessed the bracelet in different contexts and models, turning its analytical capabilities upon itself. That’s how he realized.
“It’s all there, but a part has been ‘displaced’. It’s still a part of the bracelet, still bound to me, just moved in a different sense…” he began before his expression changed to shock. “…and something’s growing in that ‘space.’”
This was why I wanted them gone.
“Sorry for the wait, I’ve brought tea.” Orin gleefully announced.