[There likely wasn't really a way that Scaramouche could fully understand. At least not the experience of being born in a land that reveres and fears the Electro Archon and the betrayal that comes with watching that goddess hunt good people down like pests. Maybe, in time, he'll move on from the burning desire of justice he wants.

The will is strong, and Kazuha finds his path that it sets him on interesting at the very least. After all, he wouldn't have found himself here today with Scaramouche had anything in the past changed.

He offers the other man a bright smile, deciding to have another one of the snacks before their tea is finished and set out for them to pick up. Kazuha hands a cup to Scaramouche gently, their fingers brushing momentarily. His hands are so delicate.]

Blame my parents for naming me 'Kazuha'. They wrote it in the stars for me.

[Had he any choice but the destiny of loving maples? His clan was fairly wrapped up in them. He hums thoughtfully as he picks up his own tea cup.]

My hometown on Narukami island has many beautiful maples. The sight of them helps ease the homesickness.