cause i could never hold

(It was in that strength which you lacked)Words spoken over a lifetime ago, from a different man to a different woman. Power was a luxurious high that not many could afford. It was easy to see why Momobami Kirari was consistently so placid- so lax. But power without purpose was a weakness.Sakura, strong, sturdy, intelligent, formidable Sakura, was the definition of purpose. Full-Bloom or no Full-Bloom, her streak of grit and honesty and hard work remained imprinted on Hyakkaou no matter what.Aoi was the opposite- frivolous, flighty as the peaking golden rays of sunshine, as the earliest songbird of the hour. He was as artificial as his smile, all looks and an empty head. His legacy was one that was easily forgettable, erased.His throat constricted, feeling as if a knuckle was shoved down his gullet. Another laugh threatened to escape out of him, and with it a mouthful of blood.A shame it took losing everything to realise that.**In which: Aoi reflects upon his demise.