[Kazuha laughs at that rather brutally honest answer, and while it does alleviate some concerns he had, he also is pretty sure that the immortal just didn’t understand his line of thinking with the question. He gives another little shrug.]

It’s just that some things you say makes it seem you think of humans as lesser beasts. I didn’t mean it quite literally— more the abstract concept of companionship with an animal.

[Immortals are strange and fascinating. Maybe one day Scaramouche will be willing to speak with him about the things he’s seen and learned in his lifetime. There must be many things he knows, and if not history and culture, than skills. It reminds him he should invite the geo Archon— Zhongli out for tea sometime.

Still, the thought that the things he preserves will be forgotten again does not seem to disturb him. He just smiles a bit more at that, wondering what would happen then.]

Ah, but for a time they’ll be remembered. When I’m gone too it’ll be someone else’s to find and see. That’s transience. Nothing lasts forever.

[Scaramouche’s touch is unusually gentle. It brings a faint blush to the samurai’s cheeks as well, since it isn’t like his ruined hand requires such delicate care anymore. Not that he’d had the time to care for it even when the wound was fresh— he did what he could, with what desperation allowed.

So his hand aches in cold weather and burns when he applies heat. It’s just the nerves. As long as he can hold a sword, that’s all that matters.]

I admit it was rather impulsive of me. After all, it’s what put me on the path of exile and war. [He looks to the other Inazuman, unsure of how much he wants to say. It’s another sensitive topic, and he isn’t sure how he’d react to ridicule about it.] …The Vision I couldn’t allow to be inlaid in the statue of the Thousand-Armed, Hundred-Eyed God. It belonged to someone important to me.