Tsubasa | Reservoir Chronicle

He thought of Sakura’s smile when she had no memories. He thought of Kurogane’s gruff hand on his shoulder. He thought of Fai’s laughter, the first genuine one in years, shared over a campfire in a country of perpetual rain.

He reached out and pressed his palm to the crystal coffin. Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

“You wish to exist,” Yuuko had said to the real boy. “Not as a copy, not as a tool. But as a true person, with a past, a present, and a future. To do that, the clone who lives your life must first become real himself. And for that… he must lose everything.” He thought of Sakura’s smile when she had no memories

He was not the Syaoran who had grown up beside her in Clow Country. He was a clone, a perfect copy created by Fei-Wang Reed, a vessel for a curse and a son born from a stolen wish. The real Syaoran—the one with a mother named Yasha and a father named Fujitaka—had been sealed away as a child, his memories used to craft the puppet who now knelt in the dust. He reached out and pressed his palm to the crystal coffin