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“The price for my wish was my existence. But the price for his freedom was this eye. You made it a vessel for your curse. But you forgot—a curse is just a wish that was never fulfilled. And I wish… for you to stop.”

He thought of Sakura’s smile when she had no memories. He thought of Kurogane’s gruff hand on his shoulder. He thought of Fai’s laughter, the first genuine one in years, shared over a campfire in a country of perpetual rain. Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

The magician materialized from the static between worlds, his smile a crescent of cruelty. “You’ve solved the final riddle, puppet. The feathers of Sakura were never just her memories. They were anchors. Each one you collected strengthened the spell that would overwrite the real Syaoran’s prison. And now, with the last feather… the exchange is complete.” “The price for my wish was my existence

He looked directly at the magician. His left eye, the one that held the curse, blazed silver. But you forgot—a curse is just a wish

He wanted to say yes . But the word caught. Because he was Syaoran—the real one, the one who had been stolen away as a child. But the one who had loved her across a thousand worlds, who had bled and wept and hoped… was gone.

When the light faded, only one Syaoran remained.