[Haku raises his head, turning to the door as the wind pushes the miasma back and instantly the ice that had been forming around him like an ineffective shield cracks and shatters.
The memory lingers, even if the flashback itself is over, but now isn't the time to be thinking about such things. He, too, runs for the door, and once he's out in the hallway takes a few deep breaths to compose himself.]
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The memory lingers, even if the flashback itself is over, but now isn't the time to be thinking about such things. He, too, runs for the door, and once he's out in the hallway takes a few deep breaths to compose himself.]
... thank you.