[ he glances over at mikazuki, and he doesn't mind that he isn't trying to stop him — in fact, it's kind of encouraging for him, actually, to be left to his own devices, no matter how self-damaging. ]
Of course. [ somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows — that his efforts are useless, but he's a sword and they're human; these scars on his hands can be fixed through a generous amount of resources, but no amount of resources will bring back the lives of the clan that he loves, with all of his heart.
he wills himself to look at his hands again, torn and embedded with a few, tiny shards of glass, and it hurts, but it's fine — there's a far more tragic sight imprinted on the mirrors. there's a deep, but shaky breath to calm himself (it doesn't do much), before he responds. ]
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Of course. [ somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows — that his efforts are useless, but he's a sword and they're human; these scars on his hands can be fixed through a generous amount of resources, but no amount of resources will bring back the lives of the clan that he loves, with all of his heart.
he wills himself to look at his hands again, torn and embedded with a few, tiny shards of glass, and it hurts, but it's fine — there's a far more tragic sight imprinted on the mirrors. there's a deep, but shaky breath to calm himself (it doesn't do much), before he responds. ]
And if I were being corrupted? Would that be bad?