Fubuki cringed as Jirou's hand slammed across her face.
"What the fuck was that for?" Fubuki snarled, putting her hand on her cheek. "Just what the hell are you thinking?"
"Dammit, Fubuki, that's my question!" Jirou hissed. "What the hell are you thinking?! Don't you realize how fucked you are now? Everyone knows who you are! Soon the newspapers will be buzzing with this shit!"
"What are they gonna say?" Fubuki retorted. "Churchgoers' fat asses saved by god of violence? I saved those dipshits, even though they didn't deserve a fucking look. How the fuck I am I gonna get in trouble?"
"What about your mom, Fubuki? I doubt she's gonna be all fuckin' smiles! Do you realize what she's gonna do to you once she comes to her senses?"
"My mom hasn't got any senses, Jirou!" Fubuki sat down. Jirou's yard was ratty with weeds, bugs and a plethora of metal trash, but she hardly gave a shit. She had come all this way into the Burakumin district--aka, the shitty part of town that was full of people no one liked. Jirou had a funny way of being grateful. "My mom's gonna be holed up in her little house, stuck with nothing but five swimming pools, poor thing."
"She's gotta come to her senses eventually, you moron," Jirou retorted. He began to pace around energetically. "She's gotta fucking eat, make her pretty fortune, go to that god damned church."
"Not anymore," Fubuki said with a wicked grin. "Not after what I did. I imagine her fucking religion's gone down the drain by now."
"Yeah, well, she'll find a way to continue justifying her dumbass faith, I'm sure. Queen sugar-shit Serenity. She'll find a way to blame everything on you, just like she did when your dad died."
Fubuki frowned. She got up and stood in front of Jirou, staring down at him menacingly. "That's got nothing to do with what happened today, got it?"
"Like hell it doesn't," he replied, straightening himself up as well. "Your mom's fucking psycho. She'll make the youma into some innocent person, and you into their murderer. That's how crazy your mom is."
Fubuki knotted her face up as she delivered a punch to Jirou's stomach. He doubled back and clutched it uncomfortably. "Goddammit, keep your fucking mouth shut!"
"Make up your mind, Fubuki! What the hell do you think of your mother, anyway?"
Fubuki paused. "Doesn't matter anymore," Fubuki replied shortly. "She's gone for good, now. She'll be holed up in that fucking room forever--she should stayed the first time around."
"Her fat ass and her shiny money will lure her out, Fubuki. That's what I said the first time, and dammit, you know I'm right. And when she comes to her senses, it's off to private school with you. And there won't be a goddamn thing you can do about it."
"That's the beauty of it, though," Fubuki said, her scowl curling into a smile. "She knows what I am now. And if she tries to pull any crap, I've got this to wave in her face," Fubuki pulled out her locket and held it triumphantly in her hands. "Ain't gonna be one more goddamn thing she can do to me, or I'll send ice-sickles straight through her heartless body."
"Do you realize how much trouble you could get in for that? Murdering your own bitch mother?"
"Like I give a fuck. If she goes far enough to get herself killed, I won't have anything to lose. From now on, I call the shots. I don't give a fuck what she says, because if she gives me any shit, I'll throw it all back at her fucking face. Just like I wanted to all those god awful years."
"God dammit, Fubuki!" Jirou shouted, grabbing onto her shoulders and shaking her violently. "What the hell is wrong with you! You'll get yourself fucking purified!"
"Not anymore, I won't," she said, grinning wickedly. "Her prissiness knows what it does now, and she's too fucking nice to do it, of course. No, they'll just throw me in prison. And if they do, so what? Ain't no goddamn prison that can hold me in. Not anymore."
"Fucking crazy," Jirou said with a sigh, letting go of her shoulders. "You're gonna get yourself fucking killed. And then what the hell am I gonna do?"
Fubuki smiled. "Don't worry. My mom's a fucking coward. She'll fold the first time I pull out my locket."
"I sure as hell hope you're right, Fubuki," Jirou mumbled. "You never listen to me, anyway."
Fubuki laughed. She felt lighter than air.
For the first time in her life, she called the shots.
"GO! Just go.
Just go.
Seisui...
It can't end like this, can it? Tokimo sat down, looking into the ocean. She threw a stray rock into the sea.
There's no way things can be the same anymore.
Why shouldn't there be a way? Her and Seisui were Senshi together. They worked together so hard, tried for so long. For justice. To help people. Why didn't Seisui see how important it was to help people?
It was never about being my friend. You just wanted to play hero. And you found someone else who could give you that, only better. What good am I anymore?
"I do want to be the hero," Tokimo murmured, throwing another rock into the sea. "But I wanted us to be heroes together. I wanted you to fight with me!"
There didn't have to be a choice. There shouldn't be a choice! She could be Seisui's friend and fight evil. She could save innocent people and go with Seisui to the movies the next day! Where was the conflict in that?
Someone has to. Or else there will just be more and more tragedies!
They could kill Usako later...why couldn't she see that? There didn't have to be a choice!
Another rock plopped into the sea.
But there was a choice. Seisui was making her make a choice. The choice was be friends with her and kill Usako, or be enemies and save innocent lives.
"I don't want to make a choice!" Tokimo shouted. She could hear the waves slapping against the boats in the wharf. "I don't want to make a choice, Seisui! I don't want to give up our friendship, and I don't want to give up anyone's life!" Tokimo stood up, her throat obstructed by a cold, hard lump. "I don't want to make a choice," she murmured, tears forming in her eyes. "Don't make me make a choice. Please don't make me a make a choice..."
Innocent people are going to die, Seisui. Don't you care...?
She threw a final rock toward the sea. It bounced off a pole in the wharf instead, flying into the side of a boat before falling into the water.
Avenging her father's purification--destroying purification forever--was more important to Seisui than anything. More important than innocent people, than saving lives. More important than their friendship.
Because of that, Tokimo had to make a choice.
Tokimo choked on her own tears as she began to walk home, knowing--with complete and utter misery--her choice.
The image of blood filled Erik's mind.
They told him that he was the Crimson Eagle. He knew it was true. He had gone home after the battle, and reached into his coat. He pulled out the iron mask. He remembered, this time, for sure.
Other knowledge was coming to him, cold and unwilling. It almost seemed to flow in two directions. As he began to remember things he had done in his past life, his past life was affecting his judgment now. He knew that he couldn't abandon his sworn duty this time around.
His mother had pleaded with him not to get involved when Diana came to power. It was a mad quest, she had told him. There was no hope. But he had wanted to stop the conflict, convince the sides to reunite, tell them to ignore Diana's bid for power and stay together. No one had listened. Desperate as the war came to an end, he searched for the priests, trying to find answers. The priests knew everything about the moons, planets, and holy lands they belonged to. But they had disappeared, and no one knew where they were or what had happened to them. He became even more despondent.
The image of blood filled up the crevices of his mind once more. He didn't know who or what had reincarnated him, but he would atone for his mistakes. He would make sure that no Moon Senshi died this time.
Kahlan...when he had returned to Triton to see his mother, her bones, bleached white, were all that remained.
"Erik...don't worry about becoming the Crimson Eagle. You can be the king and heir of Triton. You don't have to pick up this duty. You can represent your moon! Nothing but idiot tradition is stopping you."
"I want to, mother," he had said. He was only ten at the time. "Father has told me the sacred duty of Knights. If I do not display my allegiance to Triton, I will be the protector of all Moons, all planets...all Senshi. I can be far more admirable by being the Crimson Eagle than I can by being the Prince of Triton!"
His mother pleaded with him out of love. If he had listened to her, he could have avoided his mad quest to resolve the bloody war. But he would have abandoned his honor and his duty.
And even abandoning his duty and representing Triton would not have stopped her death. There was nothing he could do. He ended his own life. Its end, like everything he had done, was futile.
"What are you thinking, moping around on the porch like that?" a voice chided him.
Erik looked up. He had been staring at the bottom of his deck, his rocking chair moving sedately back and forth. When he looked up, he jumped at the sight of a gyrfalcon.
Gyrfalcons were native to the north Arctic, Erik knew, and definitely did not belong anywhere in Japan. Especially not two hours out of Tokyo.
Erik stared blankly at the bird for a moment. The bird stared wryly back.
"At least I have you intrigued now," the voice, definitely female, continued. "Step one: Stop moping. Mission accomplished! Step two: coherent thought and/or sentence. Still working on that one."
"Who are you, and why are you here?"
"Got step two down! Step three: Introductions. I'm Ikkoku. No particular reason."
"Then why are you bugging me? Isn't it a bit odd to be a talking gyrfalcon in Tokyo?"
Ikkoku opened a wing and began preening her feathers. "You looked lonely," she said, refolding her wing. "Thought you should--er, could--use some company. Isn't 280 a bit old not to even have a wife? Let alone kids or grandkids..."
"I don't see how that's any of your business," Erik replied indignantly.
"Never worked out with that special someone, eh, Erik?" she teased him.
"I never really got far enough to call anyone a special someone," Erik replied. "But it's none of your business. How do you know my name, anyhow?"
"I've been watching you on and off for a while."
"And you're just now talking to me?" he replied.
"Okay, so maybe 'on and off' is more like an hour or two. Like, since you left school. And since you've taken out your wallet in that time to pay for a train ticket, I've seen your driver's license, which means that I know your name is Erik vonDarkmoor, and you were born on May 18th in 2728. From there I just did some math."
"Uh-huh," Erik said, humoring the bird.
"In any case, it didn't even take me two hours to realize you're hiding from something."
"Hiding from something?"
"Yeah. Holing yourself up in the woods like this, moping about your troubles alone...so what were you moping about, anyway?"
"It doesn't matter. It was a long time ago," he explained wearily.
"Not long enough not to mope, evidently," she continued. "Where are your friends, huh? Don't you have some friends?"
"You sure are nosy," Erik snapped.
"You mean, 'No, Ikkoku, I don't have any friends but you,'" she chided.
"I've half a mind to throw a rock at you. Go away."
"What about the Moon Senshi? Bet they'd make good friends, if you talked to them."
"They wouldn't understand," he said with a sigh. "They're too dead set on their own problems."
"You mean the youma? That will be as much your problem as theirs. Seems like a good common interest, if nothing else," she replied, grinning--if such a thing were possible for a gyrfalcon. "And I know of at least one Moon Senshi who needs some help in true knightly fashion."
Erik raised an eyebrow. "You figured all of this out in two hours?"
"Eh, give or take a week or two."
"Who are you, anyway?"
"A magical talking falcon native to the northern arctic taking a leisurely stroll through Japan?"
"You'll have to do better than that," he said.
"No I don't. You still haven't told me why you're moping. You know, despite the fact that you're a Knight and committed to helping Moon Senshi and all that jazz, you haven't done much more than make yourself a living wall between them and whatever you're trying to protect. Here's a plan! Instead of standing between Seisui and Chibi-Usa the good ol' fashioned physical way, why not fix some of Seisui's twisted, bitter revenge complex, and stop giving her reasons to kill Chibi-Usa?"
"That would be using her," Erik objected. "And it would be breaking the code. I'm supposed to protect all the Senshi equally, not pick favorites when it's convenient."
"It wouldn't be using her, because I know that you really do want to help her out," Ikkoku said matter-of-factly. "And that god-damned code is all that's keeping you from reaching a hand out to someone who really needs some guidance. Why not--gasp--take a chance, and get emotionally attached to someone?"
"Since when are you my shrink?"
"Since now."
"You sound like you're trying to set me up."
"I'm not setting you up. You just need to freaking talk to someone for once."
"I'm talking to you."
"Besides me, I mean."
"I'm making myself dinner now," Erik said with a sigh, opening his back door and going inside.
"Can I have some? I'm starving," Ikkoku said, barely slipping in the door before it unceremoniously slammed shut.
Seisui could hardly breathe.
She sat down at the plastic table, breathing through her mouth. She periodically gulped. She spread her palms across the table, looking down at the tiny scratches in the plastic tabletop.
"It's all...over..." she managed to stutter. She began gasping uncontrollably. Tokimo was her only friend. Her only friend. The only friend she had--the only friend she had ever had. But even that was a lie. Tokimo had just been using her. Using her to be something her manga told her was glamorous.
But there was nothing glamorous about Seisui. There were sad things, pathetic things, unhappy things, tragic things. Nothing glamorous, or happy, or triumphant. Or heroic. Even when she was heroic, there was no one cheering for her--and to Tokimo, that was the important part.
Being Tokimo's friend would mean forgetting everything she had fought for up until now. It would mean betraying her father's memory.
That would hurt infinitely more than being alone and remembering.
"Feeling sorry for yourself, Seisui?"
Seisui glanced up from the table. Ana looked down at her, a dark expression covering her face. Seisui was still gasping too much to even bother trying to speak.
"You know, Seisui, I can tell from the look on your face that you think your life is so bad. You're thirteen years old, so hey, you figure, you're the victim here. Nobody's life could possibly be as bad as yours."
"I-I-It cou-could've been worse," Seisui stuttered. "Cou-coulda b-b-b-been p-pu-pu--"
"You know, Seisui, you were so caught up out there trying to make daddy proud that you forgot you had two other--healthy--family members. Ever think of how things were for us all this time? If anything goes wrong in class, everyone blames me. All of my gym clothes have been burned by classmates. Sometimes I come home with black eyes--once I almost broke my arm--because people beat me up. Because of you. Sure, they did it before, but ever since you became a Sailor Senshi, things have been a hell of a lot worse. But you're too busy sitting here feeling sorry for yourself to give a shit."
Seisui could feel a painful lump gathering in her throat as she trembled.
"No more shit, okay? I'm sick of hearing mom cry at night when you're asleep. Just keep yourself quiet like the rest of the family, and maybe someday they'll forget."
"I won't forget," Seisui whispered. "I'll never forget."
"Yeah, well, you can remember whatever you want," Ana spat. "Just remember it quietly. Dad is purified. There's nothing we can do about that, no matter how much you make us all look bad."
"I'll never forget..."
"Goddammit, Seisui!" Ana shouted. "Don't you understand? I've almost been killed by my own classmates! Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if they did, and the teachers turned a blind eye! No one gives a shit about us. Can't you see that? If you keep this insanity up, you'll just endanger all of us! Mom most of all. She might lose her job!"
Seisui clenched her fist and said nothing.
"If you don't shut the hell up, I'll do what I can to make you. That's the least I can do to protect mom. I just wish you cared about her, too."
"Why now?" Seisui finally replied in a hoarse whisper. "Why say all this now?"
"Last night I heard mom talking on the phone," Ana said, her voice wavering. "It sounds like they might fire her."
Seisui rested her head on the table, cradled between her arms as she began to gasp again. Ana left the room without another word.
"You're not my daddy!"
She couldn't stay quiet now. She couldn't let the royal family get away with it. She couldn't resign herself to apathetic silence.
It hurt to remember...but it would hurt more to forget.
"How was school, Kazeko?"
Kazeko's stepmother looked away from...whatever she was doing...something with papers. She looked away from that and toward her, a kindly smile on her face.
"Uhh...good," Kazeko mumbled. "Good."
"Have you made any friends?" her stepmother asked. "You don't have to be so quiet, you know. Take a few chances!"
"Uhh...yeah, I've met some people," Kazeko replied quickly. "Anyway, I have homework, so..."
"Wait a second, Kazeko. Who are your new friends?"
Kazeko was quickly realizing she would have been better off not mentioning this. "Well...uhh...I don't remember their names. We just met, you know."
Kazeko's stepmother looked aghast. Kazeko just looked confused. That wasn't so weird, was it?
"Well...we just met, so...so I don't know them that well yet. I'll find out...sometime. I uh...I uh...I better go...study," Kazeko finally managed to say, her stepmother's eyes still on her.
Kazeko got up and headed toward her room, closing the door behind her and firmly locking it. She walked over to her bed--thankfully, it was not a Japanese-style futon--and lay down, trying to open her mind's eye.
"We're going to die!" she screamed. Her advisors looked toward her fearfully.
"Calm down, Oreithya! Why do you come here with such a damnation?"
"I can see it..." she muttered, her eyes widening fearfully. "The Queen of Luna's prophecy...all of us will die...we will be forgotten, less than a memory...that fearful white light will engulf Sol..."
"Someone quiet her down!" the advisor cried, motioning with a robed sleeve to a guard. "She'll cause far too much alarm. No one must know of such a prophecy!"
"Oh, Cosmos!" she screamed, her eyes framed with tears. "Oh, Cosmos, save us--"
A hand clamped over her mouth, and everything went dark.
When Kazeko's eyes opened, she was clinging onto her pillow as if it were somehow keeping her mind afloat.
What could such a frightening vision mean...?
Seisui's shoulders were slumped over, her head facing the ground. Tokimo couldn't help being depressed as she saw her. How many times had Seisui come to school like that? And whenever she walked alone, she always looked down...as if she was afraid of what might be standing ahead of her. She'd trip if she kept that up...
"Hey, Seisui!" Tokimo shouted cheerfully, hoping maybe Seisui had forgotten about yesterday's argument. She put a hand on Seisui's shoulder. "What's up? Did you bring Kouken with you this time?"
"Yeah," Seisui said tersely. She still didn't look up, which was unusual. Usually she looked up when Tokimo said something. "Here, you can take him."
Tokimo watched as Seisui pulled Kouken out of her bag by the scruff of the neck and offered him unceremoniously toward her. He looked surprisingly sedate for that kind of abuse. He didn't even look angry. In fact, he looked like he might have had one two many doses of sedative...those made you depressed, right? Tokimo looked at him quizzically for a moment and then took him, stuffing him rather unceremoniously into her bag.
"So...you hear the news last night? I guess they're starting to find other Sailor Senshi. There's a whole bunch in Germany, and I heard--"
"I have to get to class," Seisui mumbled, walking away briskly.
Tokimo desolately watched her leave. Maybe trying to stay friends was a lost cause....she shook her head. No...there was hope. It might take awhile. Might take months. There was hope! They hadn't gone through all this just to--
"Hey, Tokimo...about Seisui..." Koukan began reluctantly. His voice was muffled inside the bag.
"She just needs time, right? She'll be okay in a couple of days. Seisui's more resilient than she looks."
"Yesterday, Ana blew up at Seisui. I think she'd been holding it in for a while--Ana, I mean--and she just sort of hit breaking point...that was just after you'd left. I think Seisui's on her last legs."
"Well, I'll have to cheer her up, then!" Tokimo said in determination, holding up a triumphant fist. "She can't be sad forever!'
Kouken paused. "Maybe it's best if you leave her alone," he finally said.
"What? No way!" Tokimo replied indignantly. "I can't just give up. We've been through too much for that." Tokimo paused pensively for a moment before continuing on. "I'll admit...yesterday evening, I was discouraged...I was even giving up. But...that won't help anything, will it? Even if Seisui says she won't be my friend anymore, I'll find a way to be her friend. I'll find a way to change her mind! We have been through too much...too much for her to really hate me now."
They were both silent for a moment. Titan was a moon known for bearing grudges and exacting revenge, Kouken thought--Seisui was a person known for bearing grudges and exacting revenge. It didn't seem like there was much hope...but then, the miracle may have been Tokimo's becoming friends with Seisui in the first place.
"There's Kazeko," Tokimo said, changing the subject. "She's the one you think might be a Senshi."
"I can definitely feel it," Kouken told her as the familiar tingling sensation crawled up his back. "How long until class?"
"Ummm..." Tokimo looked down at her watch. She had to think a minute to read it. Stupid analog clocks. She knew it was worth going the extra mile to find a purple digital one...."About ten minutes."
"Good," Kouken said approvingly. "We have plenty of time to talk to her."
"Aye aye, cap'n!" Tokimo said enthusiastically, running after Kazeko. This time nothing could go wrong. After all, Kazeko's personality was practically saint-like! Tokimo wasn't quite sure what any saints were like, except for Queen Serenity. But she was sure most of them were way better than her.
"Hey, Kazeko!" Tokimo shouted, running towards her enthusiastically. "Can I talk to you for a second? It's important."
Even if you don't think you are a Sailor Senshi, I think there's a possibility...
Kazeko's heart beat uncomfortably. "Uh...sure," she replied, thinking no.
"Great! Let's go," Tokimo said, grabbing her hand. "This shouldn't take too long."
"But...class..." Kazeko said, hoping desperately for an escape.
"Isn't starting anytime soon. You're right!" Tokimo finished, walking behind the pool. Nobody was there this time of day--a perfect spot! "Now, let me see..." Tokimo fished through her bag and pulled out Kouken, who looked more than thankful to be out of her backpack.
"See, this is Kouken. He's--"
"An animal spirit...?" Kazeko said nervously. "Why is he--"
"He's a ferret, not a spirit or dead or anything," Tokimo said authoritatively. "And he has something important to tell you, even if he is a duffer."
"If it's about Seisui...I'm only a mortal. I can't really help her, I don't think...I'm not powerful enough."
"You certainly don't have to worry about being powerful enough," Kouken said. Kazeko didn't even flinch as he began to speak, which was alternatively reassuring and disturbing. "Because you're a Moon Senshi." A circle glowed in front of him, and a beautiful brooch--lavender and a bluish, tanzanite hue of purple--appeared before her.
For a moment, Kazeko's face was blank. She did not speak. A look of disbelief and fear slowly swept across her face; then it slowly faded away, replaced by a dead-set certainty.
"No," she said at last. Her voice was neither terrified, shocked or angry; she said it matter-of-factly. It was self-evident.
"Whether or not you want to be a Moon Senshi, Kazeko, that is simply the truth," Kouken told her firmly. "If not, the brooch would not have appeared. Think about this for a moment. Doesn't it almost seem familiar somehow? Part of you must know that this is the truth."
"We're going to die!"
"Someone quiet her down! She'll cause far too much alarm...!"
"I can see it..." she muttered, her eyes widening fearfully. "The Queen of Luna's prophecy...all of us will die...
A hand clamped over her mouth, everything was dark....
"Let me out!" she screamed, shaking the bars of her prison. "Cosmos! Chaos! Arbiter, Nebula! Let me out!"
"Such prophecies will cause unrivaled panic," her advisor snapped. "If we let you out, nothing good can come of it!"
"I have to do something!" she screamed. "Everyone is going to die!"
"Deidre!"
"Mom...I can't breathe...Mom, what's going on?"
"You and Iain need to run away," she said gently, putting her hand on her Deidre's head. She coughed; her face was usually fair, but it was red and flushed in the heat. The fire was spreading quickly through the hallway. Deidre could see some men through the bay windows, their red robes blending eerily with the rapidly growing fire. "Go through the basement. They won't expect you to leave that way. Have Iain help you with the door, and make sure no one's out back when you leave."
"Come with me, mommy!" she pleaded, tugging on her calico dress.
"I...can't..." she said with a cough. Deidre could feel a lump rising to her throat as her mother fell downward, a red patch rapidly spreading across her back. Deidre could hear a scream coming from outside.
"Where's dad?" Deidre shouted. Her mother did not respond...
...Red...no....she couldn't be a Senshi...at that time...she was so helpless...
"Are you okay?" Tokimo asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, Kazeko? Are you crying...?"
"I'll be fine," Kazeko replied, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I...don't feel so well."
"Hey, wait up!" Tokimo shouted as Kazeko began to run away. Tokimo ran after her, but as she turned the street corner, Kazeko was gone--faster than any normal human could run.
~EPISODE TWELVE: FIN~
Kokoro kareteru you ni asu ga kuraku naru kara
Koe ga kurushiku kasureru hodo sakebitai
Donna toki mo kimi no ibasho sagashite
Setsunai omoide mo mune ni motte
Sorazorashii wake no kage ni kakureteru boku mo iru
Sadame wo kowaseba mirai nante aru ka na
Demo maketaku nai kara akiramenai yo donna aite demo
Sadame to iu mono ha michi wo kimeru dakedo
Kaiki gesshoku demo kimi wo me ni suru
Kimi ha umarekawattemo boku no Radiance dakara
Because, as if my heart's withering, tomorrow will get darker
I want to scream until I get painfully hoarse
Searching for where you are no matter when it is
And holding painful memories in my chest
There is also a me who's hiding behind empty reasons
But because I don't want to lose, I won't give up, no matter who my opponent is
That which is called predestination decides our paths, but
Even during a total lunar eclipse, I'll remember you
Because, even though reborn, you are my radiance
NEXT EPISODE
Tokimo: Please listen to me! You can't run away forever...
Usako: Won't you give up, Seisui? Is there anything I can do?
Erik: I can see your eyes fill with hatred. I can see you suffering--the eyes of my youth. I must keep my distance...but there must be something I can do to save you...
Yamiko: I don't even like you! I don't want you around. But I can't sit back and watch him hurt you!
Kane: I could have just lost them...I could have thrown them away...I have to remember that she's just like the others! In the end, they're all the same...
Mayumi: No way....It can't be....
Next time, on MOON SENSHI: UNMEI NO KODOMO--
"The Ganconer"
Everyone needs a little forgiveness.
