[He truly does understand, he realizes. There have been too many unspoken apologies during the course of his life, too much guilt written on Hijikata's face, the perceived burden of having made Souji into what he is today. But he'd never wanted those apologies, had never needed them, because it just wasn't true. Souji had always been... faulty, flawed, not properly human. All Hijikata had done was make sure he would always have a place where he was wanted, and the reassurance that this still held true has always been the only thing in the world that matters to him.
Not that he thinks of Kashuu as faulty, as any lesser than any other sword, and he doesn't think himself blameless. But apologies won't actually change anything. Reassurance and love can, and hopefully it will.
He sighs and slumps a bit, simply leaning himself against Kashuu's shoulder, and for once there is no rage against a body which feels unnaturally weak. For a moment or two, he can allow himself to lend strength from the other, because he knows that means something. To be the one holding up someone you love is everything, really.]
You know I broke that night too, right? Or, well, started to. So we're pretty alike.
[...He hadn't meant to say that aloud, but he can't exactly take it back. So he just sighs and squeezes Kashuu's hand a bit tighter.]
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[He truly does understand, he realizes. There have been too many unspoken apologies during the course of his life, too much guilt written on Hijikata's face, the perceived burden of having made Souji into what he is today. But he'd never wanted those apologies, had never needed them, because it just wasn't true. Souji had always been... faulty, flawed, not properly human. All Hijikata had done was make sure he would always have a place where he was wanted, and the reassurance that this still held true has always been the only thing in the world that matters to him.
Not that he thinks of Kashuu as faulty, as any lesser than any other sword, and he doesn't think himself blameless. But apologies won't actually change anything. Reassurance and love can, and hopefully it will.
He sighs and slumps a bit, simply leaning himself against Kashuu's shoulder, and for once there is no rage against a body which feels unnaturally weak. For a moment or two, he can allow himself to lend strength from the other, because he knows that means something. To be the one holding up someone you love is everything, really.]
You know I broke that night too, right? Or, well, started to. So we're pretty alike.
[...He hadn't meant to say that aloud, but he can't exactly take it back. So he just sighs and squeezes Kashuu's hand a bit tighter.]