<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"Silly boy... You don't need to do something to deserve it. Love isn't fame or renown. I love you because of what you are, not what you've done. And even if that wasn't the truth... You've done just enough."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">"To think I have been so blind."</span> He said, a soft pink rising forth on his face. <span style="color: #00FF40">"Though love is never truly of fame or renown... I've often that love was like power... It had to be earned, never given. There was a time when I had such power, and yet in my mind... I did not deserve it. And like with that, I thought I didn't deserve to love you. That I had no chance... But now, you've taken the doubt, letting the winds of hope blow it away. The power I have once had. And more importantly, my love for you... I wish to know them for myself."</span> He gave a guilty smile, his pale eyes turning a verdant green eyes. <span style="color: #00FF40">"Thank you, Nyoko."</span><br/><br/>Meanwhile, in the other room...<br/><br/>With the black blade slipping from her icy grip, she watched Haruki spring up like a snake striking its clueless prey.  Above her icy blade. Kicking himself to the edge of the door. Fly like an eagle above her flowered head, and landing behind her. Any other samurai would have thought they were done for. But she did not. If he was so sure of himself now... Why didn't he approach <span style="font-style: italic">him</span> this resolve rather than following the inferno in his heart? This was what she wanted to figure out. <br/><br/>"I... I can feel him again. He's alive... And he's here, isn't he?" The voice said, sounding awfully happy.<br/><span style="color: #FF4080">"He's here... And it seems that girl washed his doubts."</span> Rosalia responded, seeming rather relieved at that observation. <br/>"I want to see him again. I have to!"<br/><span style="color: #FF4080">"Yes, Shiroihana... I crafted you to be his blade, but he wished to better himself out of denial. Show me your unbridled power... From the moments you danced in his hands! Let this boy know that power."</span><br/>"Kurohana... You can't kill Rosalia. I won't let you!"<br/><br/>Her hands soon turned white like a lily, the vines of white circling her lithe yet muscular arms, blossoms of white waiting to bloom as well. Shiroihana, the blade that bequeath to her bearer greater reflexes and speed... gripped by Rosalia once more with both hands. Swung with lightning's swiftness, white crossed with black, Rosalia's sadistic smile turning to a cold and silent glare. A glare that knew no jollity. <span style="color: #FF4080">"Pulling you apart now seems a trifle... Fruitless. Nonetheless, I will accept defeat before I accept death at the fool's hand! Come for me, Haruki!"</span> She screamed.</span>