[The funny thing is, he'd seen that memory too and he had been so entirely bowled over by seeing Yasusada's knife that he'd just COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT.
But he just nods at that, quiet, absentmindedly raising a hand to stroke his fingers through Yasusada's hair.]
Yeah... I think she's refracted. She wouldn't do anything that'd put her at risk otherwise, y'know?
[Garou attacking first doesn't seem likely to him either, for the same reasons.
He lapses into a discomforted silence at the mention of Percy, though, thinking about what he'd heard from Shale.]
[can't believe kashuu's not sharing with the class?
It doesn't make him feel better about Roxana, but he's a little relieved to know that Yasusada and Kashuu think the same way. Roxana's always been hard to read, so maybe there are others who think the opposite. Either way, he feels like she might not tell the truth, especially if it earned her sympathy.
he sighs, because it really has been an exhausting day, even if the trial is over and both yasusada and kashuu are safe now.]
...At least we won't have to worry about anyone transforming tomorrow.
[he cups both of their faces with his hands for a moment,]
[That's one relief--and one that extends, selfishly, towards himself as well. Something had affected him, enough to prevent him from being as honest as he normally would have been from the very start--but he feels wholly normal now, and he doesn't have the energy to worry about it further.
Yasusada's hair shimmers into a midnight blue, but he doesn't seem to mind the touch; he just draws in a deep, steadying breath.]
Me too. [If he had been refracting, this whole night would've gone very differently.] And you too.
[Swords are used to death. Corruption isn't wholly new to them either. But Yasusada doesn't want to lose either of them--not their lives, or their minds, which would be the same thing in the end.]
[Corruption is what he fears more than death, honestly. Death is not new to him, even compared to other swords; he was born into it, and he left before many others, too. But to lose one's sense of self? Especially for them, whose sense is already a relatively new thing, in human-facing terms? It's a terrible thought.
In subconscious reaction, he pulls Yasusada closer, the hand on Itsuki tightening its grip a little, like that alone could help keep them both tethered to this side with him.]
...Yeah. First time finding both of the people refracting, huh...
[Somehow, it never feels like a victory, no matter how much they accomplish, even with the few people they manage to save.]
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But he just nods at that, quiet, absentmindedly raising a hand to stroke his fingers through Yasusada's hair.]
Yeah... I think she's refracted. She wouldn't do anything that'd put her at risk otherwise, y'know?
[Garou attacking first doesn't seem likely to him either, for the same reasons.
He lapses into a discomforted silence at the mention of Percy, though, thinking about what he'd heard from Shale.]
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It doesn't make him feel better about Roxana, but he's a little relieved to know that Yasusada and Kashuu think the same way. Roxana's always been hard to read, so maybe there are others who think the opposite. Either way, he feels like she might not tell the truth, especially if it earned her sympathy.
he sighs, because it really has been an exhausting day, even if the trial is over and both yasusada and kashuu are safe now.]
...At least we won't have to worry about anyone transforming tomorrow.
[he cups both of their faces with his hands for a moment,]
...I'm glad you two are yourselves.
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[That's one relief--and one that extends, selfishly, towards himself as well. Something had affected him, enough to prevent him from being as honest as he normally would have been from the very start--but he feels wholly normal now, and he doesn't have the energy to worry about it further.
Yasusada's hair shimmers into a midnight blue, but he doesn't seem to mind the touch; he just draws in a deep, steadying breath.]
Me too. [If he had been refracting, this whole night would've gone very differently.] And you too.
[Swords are used to death. Corruption isn't wholly new to them either. But Yasusada doesn't want to lose either of them--not their lives, or their minds, which would be the same thing in the end.]
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In subconscious reaction, he pulls Yasusada closer, the hand on Itsuki tightening its grip a little, like that alone could help keep them both tethered to this side with him.]
...Yeah. First time finding both of the people refracting, huh...
[Somehow, it never feels like a victory, no matter how much they accomplish, even with the few people they manage to save.]