[No, Souji hasn't quite reached that point himself yet - and in his world, it doesn't end quite as well either. No, the discomfort has a lot more to do with Heisuke's decent into depression after Yamanami's death - and there's something Souji doesn't want to ever think about at all - and subsequent deflection from the group.

But wow, that really does sound a lot like home. Maybe it's a bit silly to be so utterly relieved to hear something like that, but the fact that Those Three remain rather alike no matter if a few things are switched around is actually incredibly comforting. Finding common ground with these men feels important, and there is definitely some tension running out of those incredibly thin and probably pretty frail-feeling shoulders, even as he reaches out and rests a delicate hand on Shinpachi's shoulder in turn, smiling back.]

It sounds a lot like it. I know a certain someone definitely has a tendency of talking too much at home as well. [Seriously, some of Heisuke's prattling sounds borderline suicidal at times.] And, well, that's what it felt like when I was talking to the other Okita-san, as well. Like we're different, but not where it really matters. [His free hand darts unconsciously to something that looks rather like a faint blood stain on the front of his yukata. Not exactly what he meant, but it does explain some likeness.] So even if I won't be among people I know for a while, at least it'll still be like being among comrades, somehow. The kind of people I'd fight alongside, definitely.