" You must like me that much , huh ? " A confused look shown on the Strugglers face , but , if she was fine that was reliving at least .

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1997 Anime - Postcard Memories by Shichiro Kobayashi (小林 七郎)

You .. died ?

You were dead for ..a few days ?

You're alive now , right . . ?

You .. believe you are ?

" . . I ran out of bandages . Alright ? " A blunt reply from the black swordsman , a low huff escaped his bruised lips whilst avoiding eye contact .

Like a dream , huh . . ?

Slowly shaking his head , eyes fixated towards his bandaged arm , then eyes averted to meet at her gaze . " . . Thank you . I'm fine . "

I know . I heard you correctly . .

" Hm . . " With Guts mind elsewhere , he snapped himself back into reality . A sigh , shaking his head once more . " Im fine . I don't need rest , thank you . . "

" Nothing is wrong . . " Guts was .. and felt the same as he always has . The man was a struggler , fighting on a daily for his survival . He was merely exhausted .. that is all

Guts had trouble trusting people , especially with /Gods/ . He continued to give her a cold stare , only to slow raise his mechanical hand , and wave back .

. . . .

With the man in black armor gazing towards the .. familiar /stranger/ , his expression was blank , figuring out just what was wrong . It left him .. confused and concerned . " Hey . . ? "

" Chely . . ? You look .. different . " Different was an understatement , there was many things about her that seemed to change . With Guts getting a closer examination , he could tell she was an entirely different person .

And she would be right , he wouldn't care . Noticing her horns , fingers slowly raised over his BRAND , rubbing against it to see if any blood leaked .. and nothing was there . " You're /real self/ . . ? So , your like a demon then . . ? "

" An alien , huh . . ? " Guts was .. definitely confused . A blank expression remained at his visage , singular eye locked towards her still .