Dragon Guts

Then “I don't want to be Kagami Tsurugi anymore”, culminating in Ryuko forsaking the sword her mother hands her, therefore metaphorically renouncing her last name (‘tsurugi’ being the Japanese for ‘sword’). Poetry at its finest. You can break the cycle of abuse by choosing gentleness over and over again... Kagami I love you ❤️🐉

LAST BUT NOT LEAST. The very shot we end on:

Answering all the questions asked in the opening shot, and reprised by Kagami herself throughout the episode:

Why did Tomoe conceive Kagami?

What emotion did she create her from?

What could have possibly led her to sacrificing her sight, instead of having a baby “the normal way”?

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Today was unlike any other.

We received a few donations and with them, we had our first real meal in over a month. For the first time in so long, we didn’t go to sleep hungry. We cried, not from pain this time, but from overwhelming joy and gratitude.

To everyone who donated, shared, or simply kept us in their thoughts thank you. You didn’t just feed us. You reminded us that we’re not alone. You gave us back a piece of our dignity and hope.

But the struggle isn’t over. We’re still in need of food, support, and a little more light in these hard times.

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