Inspired by Burn from Hamilton

Fire, burning, water. The sequence you followed systematically as you took each letter Ayato ever wrote to you and set them ablaze, before dropping them into a bucket. He watched you across the garden, his heart heavy with guilt. He just wishes he could take every copy of that pamphlet in Inazuma and set it ablaze too.

He approaches, quietly. The gravel crunching beneath his feet alerts you to his presence. He speaks softly. "My dear..."