[The few minutes while silence descends seem to stretch on forever. Usually, Kazuha enjoyed the quiet. He could spend hours of silence in a friends' presence if the situation called for it, and often times when traveling it did, save for when the scenery struck the samurai with inspiration and stirred his poetic soul. This silence was less welcome.
Perhaps Diluc might find his cluelessness endearing, but it left the samurai feeling frustrated with himself.]
I wasn’t aware a decision had been made already.
[His tone is mild, though Kazuha was clearly perplexed by this. He likes to think that if his fears were correct, he would not hesitate to remove the doll’s head from his shoulders. Though there were other complications— he might invoke the wrath of the Narukami Ogosho again, or that the killing might spell his own doom as well as the Harbinger warned him about the violent thoughts he’s had towards his creator.
He realizes he’s making excuses.
Pale brows knit, and he busies himself with his tea as Diluc elaborates on his hatred towards Dottore. It’s hardly unexpected that a Harbinger would have caused such pain — they’re known for causing chaos and destabilizing nations — but his eyes are kind as he turns them on the other man. Apologies and sympathy wouldn’t restore his father, so he spares him of useless words.]
Loss is a pain I empathize with. It’s understandable to want justice. If you got this chance, and you killed Dottore, what will you do then?
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Perhaps Diluc might find his cluelessness endearing, but it left the samurai feeling frustrated with himself.]
I wasn’t aware a decision had been made already.
[His tone is mild, though Kazuha was clearly perplexed by this. He likes to think that if his fears were correct, he would not hesitate to remove the doll’s head from his shoulders. Though there were other complications— he might invoke the wrath of the Narukami Ogosho again, or that the killing might spell his own doom as well as the Harbinger warned him about the violent thoughts he’s had towards his creator.
He realizes he’s making excuses.
Pale brows knit, and he busies himself with his tea as Diluc elaborates on his hatred towards Dottore. It’s hardly unexpected that a Harbinger would have caused such pain — they’re known for causing chaos and destabilizing nations — but his eyes are kind as he turns them on the other man. Apologies and sympathy wouldn’t restore his father, so he spares him of useless words.]
Loss is a pain I empathize with. It’s understandable to want justice. If you got this chance, and you killed Dottore, what will you do then?