[Despite the blush that has taken residence on his face, Kazuha is comfortable. It may because he finds it easy to be comfortable around strangers— not that he would count Diluc as one now. It’s the fact the larger man is so gentle.

The statement draws a low sigh from the samurai. It was easy to figure out from how Kazuha has conducted himself, the questions he asks, but still it weighs heavy.

His fingers stroke Diluc’s cheek.]

I’m unwelcome in Inazuma. I stole the Vision from the goddess’s hand as she sought to claim it. I just…

[He’s said this to few people. His eyes flicker for a moment, considering his feelings on his actions.]

I couldn’t bear to have his Vision inlaid in a cold statue.