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You want to be human?

Then share their weakness!

Suffer their humiliation!

Feel their pain!

This is the end of your story.

Now, take one last look with that lonely eye, one last look at this wretched place you call home.

I’m not leaving.

For every horrible thing down here, there’s something far more beautiful.

My mother saw it.

So did my father.

I see it.

Even with just one eye.

Then I’ll just have to rip it out of your head again, won’t I?

If you must blink, do it now.

I know why you want my eye.

Because without it, i can’t look into the eyes of another and see their soul.

Their love.

Everything you loved is gone!

Everything you knew has been taken from you!

No.

It’s in my memories.

The most powerful kind of magic there is.

It makes us stronger than you’ll ever be.

These are the memories of those we have loved and lost.

And if we hold their stories deep in our hearts, then you will never take them away from us.

And that really is the least of it.

Where am I?

Hello, Grandfather.

Oh, hello.

What happened to your eye?

Don’t you remember?

No, I.

I’m sorry, young man.

But I seem to have forgotten my story.

Can you help me?

I’ll tell him.

No, we’ll all tell him.

We’ll tell him everything he needs to know.

You are the kindest, sweetest man to ever live in this village.

Oh, really?

Yes.

Every day, you walk around smiling and handing out coins to children.

Like me!

And old women.

Oh.

my kids to swim.

What?

And you give blankets to the poor.

You’re a good man.

You fed the hungry.

You always lend a helping hand.

You’re a great example.

It turns out I’m pretty selfless.

That’s why we love you.

You know, we have something in common.

We both adore your grandson.

His name is Kubo.

Kubo?

I’m sorry.

But I.

But I don’t remember.

Well.

Your grandson’s a storyteller.

He’ll tell you all the stories you’ve forgotten.

Really?

Of course.

Hello, Mother.

Father.

I know my stories can tend to get a little, um, long, so I’ll keep this brief.

I’m very grateful I’ve had the chance to meet you both, hear your wisdom, feel your kindness, even eat a meal sitting between you.

This was a happy story.

But it could still be a whole lot happier.

I don’t know exactly what the rules are or how this works, but if there were any way to.

You know, I still need you.

So I can say this has been a happy story, or I could feel it.

We could all feel it.

Then we could end this story.

Together.

The end.