His second life had been named Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was the personification of the sky, forever accepting and ever expanding. Tsuna would accept the darkest of people, the scarred and the light and the sins they held, and it drew people in, all looking for a home, a place to belong. His Family adored him for it, just as much as the worried. Tsuna was always adding people to his Sky, and his Guardians were worried they would be replaced at some point. They never were.
Lance stiffened as he looked at Coran, the Sunny Mist so injured it looked like he would die. He practically lunged toward the Altean, brilliant sunset orange fire blazing to life. He began trying to heal, or at least harmonize the skin around the injuries, as well as the blood, into stone, and when that failed, he moved his hands into the correct position to cast Zero Point Breakthrough.
When asked about the fire and ice later, Lance looked at them all like they were idiots before moving to the training room to let off some steam.
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My Heart of Fallen Light
CasualeIt had been a long time sense he had been innocent and clear of blood. It hurt, sometimes, to think of the family and friends he had left behind as he moved on. And then he remembered their wishes, their final plea, in each life, to remember them, b...
