(A real sorry guy because the issue isn't Kashuu as a sword but as a person.
Luckily, that never gets brought up and instead, they're cut off by this new scene unfolding in front of them. It's the mirrors that twist at their hearts like bits of broken glass that spare them from going at each other's throats in this room.
At Kashuu's expense, Mutsu is granted a brief moment's reprieve and those seconds are enough to clear his head. It doesn't take him long to recognize that the inn reflected at them isn't the one from his own memories. It also doesn't take him long to put one and two together. A room that reflects memories, Kashuu, an inn, a raid at night--
With a shriek, Kashuu steps on the glass, shattering it beneath him but it only leads to Kashuu not breaking once but many times over in tiny pieces of glass.
There's silence in the room. Mutsu doesn't say a word. He barely even breathes. Memories dance off the mirrors around them and finally, after one long breath, he manages weakly, )
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Luckily, that never gets brought up and instead, they're cut off by this new scene unfolding in front of them. It's the mirrors that twist at their hearts like bits of broken glass that spare them from going at each other's throats in this room.
At Kashuu's expense, Mutsu is granted a brief moment's reprieve and those seconds are enough to clear his head. It doesn't take him long to recognize that the inn reflected at them isn't the one from his own memories. It also doesn't take him long to put one and two together. A room that reflects memories, Kashuu, an inn, a raid at night--
With a shriek, Kashuu steps on the glass, shattering it beneath him but it only leads to Kashuu not breaking once but many times over in tiny pieces of glass.
There's silence in the room. Mutsu doesn't say a word. He barely even breathes. Memories dance off the mirrors around them and finally, after one long breath, he manages weakly, )
Let's get outta here.