[Where Souza's given up on keeping up a mask, Tsuru excels. It's masterfully crafted, to be sure, unable to be seen by those not in the know. But it's made of porcelain, and if he drops it for a second, it'll shatter on the ground. It's repaired, put back in place, but for all who have seen it fall, it's forever after a kintsugi mask.
But that's fine. There's beauty in his brokenness, after all, and in the secret that comes with seeing through it.]
Never far enough...
[There's always someone to pull them back, a stern voice to chide Tsuru for being too bloodied and a strong hand to snatch Souza from the brink of breaking for good. It's endlessly frustrating.]
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But that's fine. There's beauty in his brokenness, after all, and in the secret that comes with seeing through it.]
Never far enough...
[There's always someone to pull them back, a stern voice to chide Tsuru for being too bloodied and a strong hand to snatch Souza from the brink of breaking for good. It's endlessly frustrating.]
Right?