[Sayo and Kousetsu have their own duties to attend to, and can't drag him off for repairs. That's all there is to it - because if Souza was left to his own devices, he wouldn't go. He'd leave the space for someone else, someone who needed it more, someone who wanted the repairs, someone who deserved the Saniwa's time and effort and material.
If only he could be indulged as easily as Tsurumaru.]
No... I suppose it doesn't...
[After all, he'd been so rarely coated in it when he was just a blade, that that must be true. The fact that it's mostly his own, now, only calls back to how often he saw repairs.]
Perhaps... I should begin wearing white...
[With the heavy implication that he could be bloodstained more often if it fit the aesthetic. As if that was the only reason not to.
Regardless, he will drift in the general direction of repairs, to appease the Konnosukes, but not before pushing some of Tsurumaru's bangs out of his face. There. A streak of red in the white, a cap of blood for the crane.]
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If only he could be indulged as easily as Tsurumaru.]
No... I suppose it doesn't...
[After all, he'd been so rarely coated in it when he was just a blade, that that must be true. The fact that it's mostly his own, now, only calls back to how often he saw repairs.]
Perhaps... I should begin wearing white...
[With the heavy implication that he could be bloodstained more often if it fit the aesthetic. As if that was the only reason not to.
Regardless, he will drift in the general direction of repairs, to appease the Konnosukes, but not before pushing some of Tsurumaru's bangs out of his face. There. A streak of red in the white, a cap of blood for the crane.]