[ But anger is fleeting because Kubo knew better. He knew what his parents gave up, what they fought for, just to be with him. Every moment of their lives was given to his life, his continued existence on this planet. His eye, the mirror to his soul meant that much to them.
The strings he looped together into a band still hangs loosely around his wrist. His mother's strand of hair, Kubo's and his father's bowstring. Weaved together. Complete.
His shoulders sag and he squeezes his single eye shut. ]
The story's ended. It's over. And it was a happy ending but my heart still hurts.
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[ But anger is fleeting because Kubo knew better. He knew what his parents gave up, what they fought for, just to be with him. Every moment of their lives was given to his life, his continued existence on this planet. His eye, the mirror to his soul meant that much to them.
The strings he looped together into a band still hangs loosely around his wrist. His mother's strand of hair, Kubo's and his father's bowstring. Weaved together. Complete.
His shoulders sag and he squeezes his single eye shut. ]
The story's ended. It's over. And it was a happy ending but my heart still hurts.