I will never get how (to me) inherently cruel the whole thing is with Clow creating the guardians (and ultimately Eriol as well). They have to survive master after master, relearn how to love, trust and care. And always with the knowledge that yet again, he/she will leave them behind.

And by not getting in the way of it, he got in the way, of course, because Clow never realized that he wasn't expendable, that he and his heart were worth something for what they had created.

This makes me almost hate Clow and Eriol. ;__;

Probably not where you were going at all with this fic, but I've been weighing on the thought lately, and it struck a chord. Still, I love it. ♥

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