[That's all Kazuha has to say on that, which has a finality that suggested the samurai doesn't wish to bicker back and forth about it. He's aware that Scaramouche does not have the same necessities and expenses as he does; just through his nature and Ei's, they likely save a great deal of money and are accumulating wealth. Kazuha has never had much desire for wealth or material objects, and he lives a much more frugal and poor life even in Nippon. He thinks that his gestures would maybe be more meaningful, though he is getting the feeling that it only makes the immortal think of him as stupid. Maybe resentful.
His expression stays set in a pleasant smile until Scaramouche mentions that the maples aren't a comfort. For a moment, he's taken a bit off guard; he hadn't considered that beyond the more melancholy connotations that their culture had associated with the trees that he'd dislike him. An ache settles in his chest, his eyes looking over the little leaves in the Fatuus' hair, the patterns of leaves on his haori.
Kazuha feels foolish.]
I'm sorry. If I'd known I... wouldn't have brought you here.
[The samurai is a bit lost for a moment, thinking about how he'd messed up, how his favorite thing is something the other man dislikes, how his clan's symbol is something associated with negativity. Maybe he should take off his haori.
His thoughts are clearly distracted, since it takes him a moment to respond, even as they walk together towards the butterfly room. The first portion of this section is all taxidermy— hundreds of winged insects are pinned on display. It's a beautiful, if not a little morbid, sight.]
The villagers that tended the furnace are very hard working. I know some have tended it for generations. It seems fitting you'd find your youth in the land without gods.
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[That's all Kazuha has to say on that, which has a finality that suggested the samurai doesn't wish to bicker back and forth about it. He's aware that Scaramouche does not have the same necessities and expenses as he does; just through his nature and Ei's, they likely save a great deal of money and are accumulating wealth. Kazuha has never had much desire for wealth or material objects, and he lives a much more frugal and poor life even in Nippon. He thinks that his gestures would maybe be more meaningful, though he is getting the feeling that it only makes the immortal think of him as stupid. Maybe resentful.
His expression stays set in a pleasant smile until Scaramouche mentions that the maples aren't a comfort. For a moment, he's taken a bit off guard; he hadn't considered that beyond the more melancholy connotations that their culture had associated with the trees that he'd dislike him. An ache settles in his chest, his eyes looking over the little leaves in the Fatuus' hair, the patterns of leaves on his haori.
Kazuha feels foolish.]
I'm sorry. If I'd known I... wouldn't have brought you here.
[The samurai is a bit lost for a moment, thinking about how he'd messed up, how his favorite thing is something the other man dislikes, how his clan's symbol is something associated with negativity. Maybe he should take off his haori.
His thoughts are clearly distracted, since it takes him a moment to respond, even as they walk together towards the butterfly room. The first portion of this section is all taxidermy— hundreds of winged insects are pinned on display. It's a beautiful, if not a little morbid, sight.]
The villagers that tended the furnace are very hard working. I know some have tended it for generations. It seems fitting you'd find your youth in the land without gods.