[Koumei said tersely, averting his eyes from the painfully honest man before him. Doudanuki's suggestions were aspects that he had already considered, and time after time he found himself asking if using the evils of his world to create something better was really worth it. What would they say? His late cousins and the first Emperor had urged him to look beyond the gates of the capitol and beyond the boundaries of a single region--
What would the dead say if they saw the shape that the wold was in now?
...But the dead didn't talk. They had no say in the affairs of the living.]
...My apologies, Doudanuki, [he sighed wearily, brushing his heavy bangs out of his face with a single hand. Suddenly, he felt the weight of everything on his shoulders again, and it was compounded by his unwavering belief that the story of his world's destruction was a lie.]
This wasn't a conversation I intended to have with anyone so quickly. I know how hopeless and fragile my brother's and my idea really is, but it doesn't sit right to let the dreams of the man who taught us all we know follow him to the grave. I may not have gutted anyone with a blade, but I've done more than my fair share of unspeakable deeds in this lifetime. Is it really wrong to hope for the best in the next one?
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[Koumei said tersely, averting his eyes from the painfully honest man before him. Doudanuki's suggestions were aspects that he had already considered, and time after time he found himself asking if using the evils of his world to create something better was really worth it. What would they say? His late cousins and the first Emperor had urged him to look beyond the gates of the capitol and beyond the boundaries of a single region--
What would the dead say if they saw the shape that the wold was in now?
...But the dead didn't talk. They had no say in the affairs of the living.]
...My apologies, Doudanuki, [he sighed wearily, brushing his heavy bangs out of his face with a single hand. Suddenly, he felt the weight of everything on his shoulders again, and it was compounded by his unwavering belief that the story of his world's destruction was a lie.]
This wasn't a conversation I intended to have with anyone so quickly. I know how hopeless and fragile my brother's and my idea really is, but it doesn't sit right to let the dreams of the man who taught us all we know follow him to the grave. I may not have gutted anyone with a blade, but I've done more than my fair share of unspeakable deeds in this lifetime. Is it really wrong to hope for the best in the next one?