[ who? she had a name, and a story, sure, given by a language inadequate to the task of describing her adequately. he was inadequate to the task of describing her, knowing her, loving her. a survivor in the truest sense of the word. someone who adapted at rate evolution could not possibly do justice to, and justice could never be done to the things that had happened to her. someone strong. someone weak. someone so far away, an ocean away. he can't help the swell of feeling at the memory; can't even realize he's having it.
it didn't matter anymore. he won't ever be seeing her again.
kaji plucks his queen piece from his side of the board, squeezes it between the folds of his fingers, and hands it to her. checkmate. ]
Someone like you.
[ and with that he makes his adieu, steeling his hands against his trousers and rising to a stand. in parting he offers the barest smile, one that communicated good chat and nothing much else, before he turns his heel and walks out. ]
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it didn't matter anymore. he won't ever be seeing her again.
kaji plucks his queen piece from his side of the board, squeezes it between the folds of his fingers, and hands it to her. checkmate. ]
Someone like you.
[ and with that he makes his adieu, steeling his hands against his trousers and rising to a stand. in parting he offers the barest smile, one that communicated good chat and nothing much else, before he turns his heel and walks out. ]