[ I'm so sad that Chihiro has made no nut joke at Kashuu... she's failing her pun quota that doesn't exist.
Chihiro nods, turning herself sideways as she walks to grin at Izumi. ]
Yep! Usually 'cause they've existed for a hundred years or so. Kashuu is a sword spirit, and he and his companions were given human-like bodies by a kind of spiritual medium. I'm forgetting the right word. [ she waves her hand; she knows who it is, at least, for all Haru has been ... gone? for a while ] They've been aware for a while, centuries... not always awake, I don't think, but something like that. Kashuu cuts to the point, and he's swift on his feet, and he dresses nicely and paints his nails bright. He's very fashionable.
[ How is that what she says... but she smiles, clearly fond, expression sobering some as she turns to face forward, navigating off memory as she considers what kind of person Kashuu is. ]
He cares. He's not human, and you can't forget that. It'd be frustrating if you did, because he doesn't get things that we understand, because we are human. He's still a person, just like we are. He's got different experiences and a... a very bloody background. It's not all he is.
[ She tips her head to the side, considering this with a solemn look on her face. ]
He sews. He makes beautiful things. He can fight with speed and grace, and it's scary, and it's kind of breathtaking too. He laughs and he teases and he smiles and he frowns and he likes hugs. He cares for his friends. They're his family. He cares for his master. I'm not sure how it gets complicated, when you've had more than one master in your life. Those are people who cared for and used you. For a sword, that's pretty literal. This is the first time they've been in control of what it is they do, or fight for, or how they're guided. Is that kind of freedom sometimes overwhelming?
[ She looks back to Izumi, actually asking him that question. She's not sure... it's such a lot to think about. ]
Kashuu is a good person. He's kind when he doesn't need to be. And he talks to me without pretending that things can't get as bad as they've gotten here before.
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Chihiro nods, turning herself sideways as she walks to grin at Izumi. ]
Yep! Usually 'cause they've existed for a hundred years or so. Kashuu is a sword spirit, and he and his companions were given human-like bodies by a kind of spiritual medium. I'm forgetting the right word. [ she waves her hand; she knows who it is, at least, for all Haru has been ... gone? for a while ] They've been aware for a while, centuries... not always awake, I don't think, but something like that. Kashuu cuts to the point, and he's swift on his feet, and he dresses nicely and paints his nails bright. He's very fashionable.
[ How is that what she says... but she smiles, clearly fond, expression sobering some as she turns to face forward, navigating off memory as she considers what kind of person Kashuu is. ]
He cares. He's not human, and you can't forget that. It'd be frustrating if you did, because he doesn't get things that we understand, because we are human. He's still a person, just like we are. He's got different experiences and a... a very bloody background. It's not all he is.
[ She tips her head to the side, considering this with a solemn look on her face. ]
He sews. He makes beautiful things. He can fight with speed and grace, and it's scary, and it's kind of breathtaking too. He laughs and he teases and he smiles and he frowns and he likes hugs. He cares for his friends. They're his family. He cares for his master. I'm not sure how it gets complicated, when you've had more than one master in your life. Those are people who cared for and used you. For a sword, that's pretty literal. This is the first time they've been in control of what it is they do, or fight for, or how they're guided. Is that kind of freedom sometimes overwhelming?
[ She looks back to Izumi, actually asking him that question. She's not sure... it's such a lot to think about. ]
Kashuu is a good person. He's kind when he doesn't need to be. And he talks to me without pretending that things can't get as bad as they've gotten here before.