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There is something so important to me in Rangi always being so determined to be the best of herself, to not disapoint, because her duty, her "armor self" is who she was trained to be, its where she hold her pride over and she cannot fail, as if she does it she is nothing

But is in the iceberg where Kyoshi gasped at the vision of Rangi without her armor and her top knot that is the first time in the books we actually see Kyoshi looking at Rangi in a romantic way

There is just something so sweat in Kyoshi not even knowing from what clan Rangi is from, but noticing that she trace the flor with her finger when she's nervous

Or how she is so happy to discover Rangi's favorite snack, and momentarily froget all the anxiet about the party she's in and start to think in how to get them into Yokoya

How she overflows with love at Rangi exasperaed ranting at her about traveling with her mom, because is in these moments Kyoshi can see Rangi just being herself, and its when (in her own words) she fells falling in love again

"Rangi must have lived almost as long as kyoshi and also been staying alive via meditation, kyoshi would have just fallen apart without her"

No, we're missing an angst opportunity here guys

Yes, we all know that Kyoshi would be a mess without her and would probably either neglect herself to the point of dying or kill herself, but you know who else knows this?

Rangi.

I'm picturing Rangi on her deathbed, terrified of this eventuality, with her last breath begging Kyoshi not to die for her, to take care of herself.

Of course even with this, Kyoshi, despairing tries anyways and gets damn close.

But at the last second, she stops. She can hear Rangi almost see her crying in front of her, begging her not to do this.

So she lives, and keeps up her meditation because every morning she can picture Rangi, crying, begging her to keep going. To live for her.

So, over two centuries pass with several attempts, moments she almost gives in, almost let's go. The memory of Rangi stops her each time.

In the end though time takes its toll on her memory, her voice, her face, it all fades away.

Her grief and pain does not, only worsening with the realization she does not remember her love, her joy.

She can't remember her insistence on stupid horse stance training, their kiss on the beach, what made her laugh, what made her cry. Not even what either of those sounded like.

So-at last- when she tries, no voice, no tears, no face comes to stop her, to beg her to fulfill her final wish.

A wish she can't even remember.