[That's a look he hasn't seen in some time, back before they'd managed a bond and the samurai had figured out what he was. It brings a small frown to his face, which is only compounded by the vanishing stars. He can't change who he is - a being with little cares for the life around him, for the feelings of others. Pretending to be someone he's not because it may benefit another is not how he wishes to live his life.
His remaining days are his own, to chose however he wants to live them out.]
You make it sound like all I am is unkind. Being nice will not get me anywhere, it leads to nothing but problems and pain... if how I am hurts or helps people, I don't care. And if people take issue with that then so be it, I don't need anyone else.
[Mortal life was worthless, so what did it matter if he held his tongue, maybe said a few nice things here and there, smiled more. It wouldn't change their fate. He would chase his own entertainment, his own wants, because at the end of the day he would only ever have himself.]
I made my choice long ago, being kind will not change what people think of me.
[Fingers idly brush over the shamisen in his lap, eyes cast downward as he listens to Kazuha speak of the Musou no Hitotachi, of simply asking Ei if she knows of the man's fate. He supposes he could, though he has little idea on how to bring up such a topic. Bluntly asking if she killed the samurai he's been spending far too much time with is liable to bring up questions from her that he does not want to answer. And if she answers with yes, what then? Does he tell the other Inazuman?
What does that information do to him if it's true? The knowledge of just how temporary the closest thing he's had to a friend in years is. That like everything else in life it's fleeting - if the man didn't tire of his presence sooner. What does he care?
It's something he needs time to consider.]
No one sounds a bit of a stretch, she's not as powerful as she once was. No humans, perhaps.
[Was every meeting with the samurai going to involve a conversation about death?]
You can't escape all responsibilities. But without the war, and here especially I suspect you can avoid most of them.
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His remaining days are his own, to chose however he wants to live them out.]
You make it sound like all I am is unkind. Being nice will not get me anywhere, it leads to nothing but problems and pain... if how I am hurts or helps people, I don't care. And if people take issue with that then so be it, I don't need anyone else.
[Mortal life was worthless, so what did it matter if he held his tongue, maybe said a few nice things here and there, smiled more. It wouldn't change their fate. He would chase his own entertainment, his own wants, because at the end of the day he would only ever have himself.]
I made my choice long ago, being kind will not change what people think of me.
[Fingers idly brush over the shamisen in his lap, eyes cast downward as he listens to Kazuha speak of the Musou no Hitotachi, of simply asking Ei if she knows of the man's fate. He supposes he could, though he has little idea on how to bring up such a topic. Bluntly asking if she killed the samurai he's been spending far too much time with is liable to bring up questions from her that he does not want to answer. And if she answers with yes, what then? Does he tell the other Inazuman?
What does that information do to him if it's true? The knowledge of just how temporary the closest thing he's had to a friend in years is. That like everything else in life it's fleeting - if the man didn't tire of his presence sooner. What does he care?
It's something he needs time to consider.]
No one sounds a bit of a stretch, she's not as powerful as she once was. No humans, perhaps.
[Was every meeting with the samurai going to involve a conversation about death?]
You can't escape all responsibilities. But without the war, and here especially I suspect you can avoid most of them.