Disclaimed.
He had a dream last night.
And… it frightened him.
How shameful to admit, but it was true.
Because he dreamed that Okita coughed. And coughed. And coughed.
Phlegm and blood seeped through the cracks of fingers tightened over his mouth.
Too much blood.
But it didn't stop and he could only watch.
So Okita coughed and coughed and didn't stop until he had coughed himself into nothing but a heap of clothes, blood, and death.
And Yamazaki Susumu woke up frightened of the secret he kept clenched in his heart.
My reaction to the end of Volume 3.