[Again, he's torn on how to feel. It's so incredibly soothing to hear those words that he's worried he might start tearing up again. He doesn't, much to his relief. Instead, he focuses on the hands holding his own, and after a second, he curls his fingers down and just focuses on the warmth of the palms against his own. "As much as that guy liked hard-to-use katana like you, he had a weak body." He had said that to Yamato once, not that long ago, when they had revisited Toba. It's easier to handle trauma if you brush it off with careless shrugs or stale jokes, and he really isn't as hung up on Souji as Yamato, but... that doesn't mean he suddenly stopped loving Souji just because he was discarded.
On the other hand, it's incredibly difficult to just let go of feeling unwanted. Even though he's hearing everything he could ever want to hear, it doesn't magically erase the niggling doubt in his mind. He hates that. It scares him and makes him wonder if it's a feeling that will ever go away, and the thought of living with it forever is far from pleasant. His grip tightens. He shakes his head and then leans forward, like a flower to the sun.]
S'fine - you already said what I wanted to hear most.
[He doesn't really need anything along the lines of an apology or regretful feelings voice aloud, does he? After all, it hadn't been Souji's fault that he had broken. As a sword, he had one job: to serve his master. If there's a failing like his, it lies with the blade and not the hand that wields it. He may harbor an intense bitterness, and sometimes it might have manifested in harsh words about the man who had once wielded him, but it was always more largely rooted in self-loathing than any outward-facing target.
So an apology... he's never felt a need for it. He just wants reassurance - to hear things like "I wanted to see you" and "it's an honor" and maybe "I still need you", if he's very lucky.]
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On the other hand, it's incredibly difficult to just let go of feeling unwanted. Even though he's hearing everything he could ever want to hear, it doesn't magically erase the niggling doubt in his mind. He hates that. It scares him and makes him wonder if it's a feeling that will ever go away, and the thought of living with it forever is far from pleasant. His grip tightens. He shakes his head and then leans forward, like a flower to the sun.]
S'fine - you already said what I wanted to hear most.
[He doesn't really need anything along the lines of an apology or regretful feelings voice aloud, does he? After all, it hadn't been Souji's fault that he had broken. As a sword, he had one job: to serve his master. If there's a failing like his, it lies with the blade and not the hand that wields it. He may harbor an intense bitterness, and sometimes it might have manifested in harsh words about the man who had once wielded him, but it was always more largely rooted in self-loathing than any outward-facing target.
So an apology... he's never felt a need for it. He just wants reassurance - to hear things like "I wanted to see you" and "it's an honor" and maybe "I still need you", if he's very lucky.]