[Kashuu can tell that it isn't in mockery at least, and his lips quirk upward in turn. Besides, Souji deserves to be prideful with skill like his. His own pride is partially centered around this first person (and the only person, so far) to wield him so well, so hearing that makes him smile for more than one reason.]
I know that now.
[Maybe a small part of him had started to wonder if it really was a flaw inherent in himself, at first. After all, so many years of people trying and failing to use him properly had certainly set a precedent, but... no. No, he was just made to be wielded by a truly talented someone, and that someone had without a doubt been Souji.
Likewise, the brief touch against his lips isn't mentally noted as a kiss, because this is closer to the expressions of affection that he's used to. There's no demand behind it, no expectations, just a connection, a way of saying I'm here, I understand. He appreciates that understanding, even if he doesn't ever say so in words. He needs that understanding more than he'd like to admit, but it's fine, because Souji isn't wrong. It felt as though he'd been waiting two hundred years just for him; if Souji feels a reflection of that, it's enough. He doesn't press his lips back, but he does slide forward onto Souji's blanket pile, curling his arms around his former wielder with an almost-delicate care. His cheek brushes against Souji's before his chin nestles easily against the crook of his neck.]
...Thanks. [And then, quieter still, meant just for the ear his mouth is next to:] Thank you, Souji. [For so, so much.
And you know? It's nice being able to say "thank you" instead of "I'm sorry" for once.]
I MEAN THATS NOT UNTRUE... its a miracle they survived the journey
I know that now.
[Maybe a small part of him had started to wonder if it really was a flaw inherent in himself, at first. After all, so many years of people trying and failing to use him properly had certainly set a precedent, but... no. No, he was just made to be wielded by a truly talented someone, and that someone had without a doubt been Souji.
Likewise, the brief touch against his lips isn't mentally noted as a kiss, because this is closer to the expressions of affection that he's used to. There's no demand behind it, no expectations, just a connection, a way of saying I'm here, I understand. He appreciates that understanding, even if he doesn't ever say so in words. He needs that understanding more than he'd like to admit, but it's fine, because Souji isn't wrong. It felt as though he'd been waiting two hundred years just for him; if Souji feels a reflection of that, it's enough. He doesn't press his lips back, but he does slide forward onto Souji's blanket pile, curling his arms around his former wielder with an almost-delicate care. His cheek brushes against Souji's before his chin nestles easily against the crook of his neck.]
...Thanks. [And then, quieter still, meant just for the ear his mouth is next to:] Thank you, Souji. [For so, so much.
And you know? It's nice being able to say "thank you" instead of "I'm sorry" for once.]