[funny coincidence, all of ieyasu's book is red and it's all blood! . . . that said, he sure is working on moving past it. sort of. his own book is open in front of him still, open to a battlefield covered with fallen stick figure soldiers, and he glances up when ling speaks first.

and he manages a laugh that lacks actual light]

They seem to take great license with what they think we do or do not need here.

I take it the wounds are too fresh to look back on?