[Had he known Diluc’s thoughts, Kazuha would reason that his sense of duty is a noble one— there is not much a difference in this scenario, where the Rangnvindr’s motives were out of his love for his people. After all, if that was not a noble purpose, then Kazuha’s purpose for returning to Inazuma and rejoining the war effort wasn’t either, and he needs that sense to justify the blood of fellow countrymen on his hands.
His eyes fall to where their hands are touching. With his hand resting, the tremor isn’t quite as noticeable; even with time and healing, the reopening of emotional wounds seems to bring back the weakness in his hand.
Kazuha doesn’t say anything at first. Diluc’s confession is heavy, and a circumstance he cannot compare to. He failed to save his friend, though it’s far different than having to provide the final blow himself. He can reason, with the heavy weight that seems to bear down on the outlander’s shoulders, that it was not a choice he had wanted to make. He can offer little comfort.
He turns his fingers, rubbing against his palm. His gaze is gentle, without judgement.]
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His eyes fall to where their hands are touching. With his hand resting, the tremor isn’t quite as noticeable; even with time and healing, the reopening of emotional wounds seems to bring back the weakness in his hand.
Kazuha doesn’t say anything at first. Diluc’s confession is heavy, and a circumstance he cannot compare to. He failed to save his friend, though it’s far different than having to provide the final blow himself. He can reason, with the heavy weight that seems to bear down on the outlander’s shoulders, that it was not a choice he had wanted to make. He can offer little comfort.
He turns his fingers, rubbing against his palm. His gaze is gentle, without judgement.]
It does not define you.