Yukimura knew it was true, that there were far too little sorcerers left in the modern world, that they were sending children out to fight. He couldn’t look Akihime in the eye, for he was apart of the problem, reaching children about curses and how to defeat them in preparations for their death. He hung his head in his hands, thinking over when Akihime told him. “Not.. Not the children..” He said softly. “If we do this, it can’t be the children we cull..”