(But he knows the answer for himself: Isn't it the same thing? There really aren't many people at the citadel he'd say he's close to but Mikazuki is certainly one of them. And if Mikazuki is hurt, then so is he. Perhaps, it might hurt even more if only because of how much longer Mikazuki has been around because like it or not, despite the darkness he's chosen to embrace, the distance he projects, the coldness he keeps around him... he's still a little hopeful. Like a little flame in the dark, kept low and inconspicuous. Any bigger and he might get burned.
And it would take more than a help token or the saniwa's magic to fix that sort of damage. It isn't even enough right now. Their magic is only good for steel. It can't fix the soul, especially one as old as theirs.
His hand moves to the door's handle, his other hand holding the token tightly.)
This is what you want, isn't it? The me that is white and clean instead of covered in red?
(The Tsurumaru that is good instead of a problem.)
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(But he knows the answer for himself: Isn't it the same thing? There really aren't many people at the citadel he'd say he's close to but Mikazuki is certainly one of them. And if Mikazuki is hurt, then so is he. Perhaps, it might hurt even more if only because of how much longer Mikazuki has been around because like it or not, despite the darkness he's chosen to embrace, the distance he projects, the coldness he keeps around him... he's still a little hopeful. Like a little flame in the dark, kept low and inconspicuous. Any bigger and he might get burned.
And it would take more than a help token or the saniwa's magic to fix that sort of damage. It isn't even enough right now. Their magic is only good for steel. It can't fix the soul, especially one as old as theirs.
His hand moves to the door's handle, his other hand holding the token tightly.)
This is what you want, isn't it? The me that is white and clean instead of covered in red?
(The Tsurumaru that is good instead of a problem.)