You're far more fun than a dog, I don't see how you would be remotely similar.
[He's not certain where that question comes from, or why Kazuha feels like the time he offers him would be similar to what he would offer an animal. He's spent far more time with humans than he has any animal throughout his life, it's an odd comparison, especially when he considers that animals don't talk back. It's an entirely different experience, one he'd chose humans near almost all of the time.
The desire to travel and record the things time has lost in Nippon, is something that fits the way Kazuha talked about life, about Eternity. Finding it in the memory of others, and wishing to see all the wonders of life that one could only get from exploring. It's a foolish venture, being held in the memories of a single mortal isn't going to change anything, but the samurai's methods were far more charming than a certain someone's dealings with time.]
And when you are no longer around to remember, they will be lost to time again.
[Scaramouche's eyes widen, cheeks dusting pink as he's called out on his failed attempt to take the man's hand. The colour only darkens as Kazuha takes his hand instead, letting him see and feel it. He was right in his assumption that the Sixth has at least seen something similar in his lifetime, it's a unique kind of scarring, hard to miss. His other hand comes up, gently running against his palm, he holds the samurai's hand as though he's delicate and anything firmer will break him. Such contact being uncommon for him doesn't help matters. From Kazuha's words he can guess as to what happened.]
You're an idiot... you could have just as easily chosen not to steal from her.
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[He's not certain where that question comes from, or why Kazuha feels like the time he offers him would be similar to what he would offer an animal. He's spent far more time with humans than he has any animal throughout his life, it's an odd comparison, especially when he considers that animals don't talk back. It's an entirely different experience, one he'd chose humans near almost all of the time.
The desire to travel and record the things time has lost in Nippon, is something that fits the way Kazuha talked about life, about Eternity. Finding it in the memory of others, and wishing to see all the wonders of life that one could only get from exploring. It's a foolish venture, being held in the memories of a single mortal isn't going to change anything, but the samurai's methods were far more charming than a certain someone's dealings with time.]
And when you are no longer around to remember, they will be lost to time again.
[Scaramouche's eyes widen, cheeks dusting pink as he's called out on his failed attempt to take the man's hand. The colour only darkens as Kazuha takes his hand instead, letting him see and feel it. He was right in his assumption that the Sixth has at least seen something similar in his lifetime, it's a unique kind of scarring, hard to miss. His other hand comes up, gently running against his palm, he holds the samurai's hand as though he's delicate and anything firmer will break him. Such contact being uncommon for him doesn't help matters. From Kazuha's words he can guess as to what happened.]
You're an idiot... you could have just as easily chosen not to steal from her.