[The way his own chest tightens painfully at the memory of those golden eyes devoid of any warmth, at the feeling of the cold steel going through his chest is something nothing can heal, not even his master's gentle magic, but he'll deal with that later.]
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[The way his own chest tightens painfully at the memory of those golden eyes devoid of any warmth, at the feeling of the cold steel going through his chest is something nothing can heal, not even his master's gentle magic, but he'll deal with that later.]
... What about Tsurumaru?
[Is he gone? Has he been stopped?]