[Chances are he knows already, but it comforts Namazuo to think about it. He'd seen Mutsu in that room of mirrors, so sad and hurt and desperate, and he never, ever wants to see something like that again. Especially not with the young, happy swords.]
You know, Mikazuki-san often calls himself an old man, but... he isn't the only one to feel that way, sometimes. [He sighs, lifting his good hand to rub at his eyes.] Without my brothers here, it's... difficult to forget.
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[Chances are he knows already, but it comforts Namazuo to think about it. He'd seen Mutsu in that room of mirrors, so sad and hurt and desperate, and he never, ever wants to see something like that again. Especially not with the young, happy swords.]
You know, Mikazuki-san often calls himself an old man, but... he isn't the only one to feel that way, sometimes. [He sighs, lifting his good hand to rub at his eyes.] Without my brothers here, it's... difficult to forget.