[ yeah... he didn't expect Tsurumaru to feel instantly better. it's... mostly understandable, he can't really look at this from his perspective because obviously enough- he's not a sword. but there's actual evident surprise on his face at the fact he enjoyed spending time with Hijikata, going out of his way to do it too.
it doesn't last long because at the threat of dying it's only natural Hijikata would resist. yet, he still can't go anywhere, and even if he does pull his leg free it's not like he can do much with it. there's no way in hell he'd run either. he has to find another way to stop him... but... ]
There's no way I'd die so easily...
[ he can't. he simply just can't.
he shifts his gaze to the side, contemplating to unsheathe his other sword since he doesn't seem to have much strength to hold Izuminokami at the moment but his eyes capture the shards of mirror again which seem to be changing shape. which seems to paint another image: of Hijikata, with that same pained look in his eyes- he's visibly upset, almost shaking. almost like an echo he speaks in a low voice then almost explodes into some furious rage.
of course, he just doesn't stop there, hitting the wall of the room with a fist in a rhythmic manner, making the other person in the room flinch. his knuckles turning rad as he continuously pounds against the wood. Hijikata easily remembers this time, a time of one of his weaknesses. he sighs, almost feeling rather defeated. ]
It's almost like this place is mocking me... I guess I was foolish to say it myself, saying it's not your fault is pretty easy, huh. I really don't understand, I admit. [ what Tsurumaru's been through, at least. ]
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it doesn't last long because at the threat of dying it's only natural Hijikata would resist. yet, he still can't go anywhere, and even if he does pull his leg free it's not like he can do much with it. there's no way in hell he'd run either. he has to find another way to stop him... but... ]
There's no way I'd die so easily...
[ he can't. he simply just can't.
he shifts his gaze to the side, contemplating to unsheathe his other sword since he doesn't seem to have much strength to hold Izuminokami at the moment but his eyes capture the shards of mirror again which seem to be changing shape. which seems to paint another image: of Hijikata, with that same pained look in his eyes- he's visibly upset, almost shaking. almost like an echo he speaks in a low voice then almost explodes into some furious rage.
of course, he just doesn't stop there, hitting the wall of the room with a fist in a rhythmic manner, making the other person in the room flinch. his knuckles turning rad as he continuously pounds against the wood. Hijikata easily remembers this time, a time of one of his weaknesses. he sighs, almost feeling rather defeated. ]
It's almost like this place is mocking me... I guess I was foolish to say it myself, saying it's not your fault is pretty easy, huh. I really don't understand, I admit. [ what Tsurumaru's been through, at least. ]