[There's things that Kazuha could just ask Scaramouche for clarification on, though he isn't sure he's ready to hear what the truth might be. That's disturbing enough to him, the thought that he might hesitate to seek truth. Should he be surprised, though? He's here with the harbinger despite their previous encounters.

He doesn't want to think more about it. It makes his stomach twist and a headache start to leech into his head. He shakes his head, brushing his bangs back his forehead, and offers Scaramouche another smile. It's clearly a little forced, but he's trying to push himself back into a better mood with it.]

I'm sorry you've been hurt that much.

[He does mean that, earnestly.

He sits straighter again and claps his hands, rubbing them together. He's not wearing the bandages on his hand today— after their night playing the shamisen, he was more comfortable with letting his hand be seen now. The scar is still healing, but there wasn't much the bandages did now besides cushion it when using his sword.]

I cannot, as I've found, as responsibility seems to find me anyway. Though since I'm free right now, I plan to spend it learning all I can and seeing all there is to see. Didn't I tell you I wanted to see the whole world?

[His smile is warmer again, thinking about their plans for the day. He looks out the sides of the rickshaw again, making a soft 'ahhh' as the scenery starts to become a bit more natural. He doesn't even look back at him yet as he asks him a question—]

Do you mind if I call you Scara-san?