[Ah. So this is what this is about. Mikazuki had an inkling, but it is always better to get confirmation from the source. As it stands, he's probably one of the few, one of the only ones who would ever be able to get this out of Tsurumaru.
Although, of course, when Tsurumaru asks him 'Do you ever think of our master?', he has to bite back his own reflexive answer.
'Which one?'
He's had so many masters, some of them are merely blurs in his memories. There are a few that stands out, for good or bad reasons. Some he remembers fondly, others that he is indifferent to, others yet that he doesn't even remember at all, beyond the knowledge that he belonged to them at one time.
He has watched so many things happened to his masters. The lucky ones died in their beds, many in battle, some others assassinated or from illness... he has seen up close every single thing that can befalls humans as they lose their lives. he is not jaded to him, simply, he is a sword and this does not concern him. He needs to protect his master for as long as said master needs him. Anything apart from that is not something he needs to bother himself with.
Well, that is what he tells himself while maneuvering in the shadows during missions so things get done one way or another. Aruji has many things to do and many swords to take care of, so if he can lighten their load, even just a little, he will be content enough. Until he dies, and the next master comes along and it starts all over again.]
Aruji is human, Tsurumaru Kuninaga. And humans die. There is nothing we can do about it.
[He can almost feel the tremors in Tsurumaru, that instinct to pull away even as he presses further. That need to guard himself even as he desperately craves the closeness.]
The truth is, you hate surprises, don't you, Tsurumaru? You would much rather spend a quiet life, each day the same as the one before, unchanging. But you can't have that. So you would rather create the surprises yourself, because at least ten, you know what they are. And they can't hurt you.
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Although, of course, when Tsurumaru asks him 'Do you ever think of our master?', he has to bite back his own reflexive answer.
'Which one?'
He's had so many masters, some of them are merely blurs in his memories. There are a few that stands out, for good or bad reasons. Some he remembers fondly, others that he is indifferent to, others yet that he doesn't even remember at all, beyond the knowledge that he belonged to them at one time.
He has watched so many things happened to his masters. The lucky ones died in their beds, many in battle, some others assassinated or from illness... he has seen up close every single thing that can befalls humans as they lose their lives. he is not jaded to him, simply, he is a sword and this does not concern him. He needs to protect his master for as long as said master needs him. Anything apart from that is not something he needs to bother himself with.
Well, that is what he tells himself while maneuvering in the shadows during missions so things get done one way or another. Aruji has many things to do and many swords to take care of, so if he can lighten their load, even just a little, he will be content enough. Until he dies, and the next master comes along and it starts all over again.]
Aruji is human, Tsurumaru Kuninaga. And humans die. There is nothing we can do about it.
[He can almost feel the tremors in Tsurumaru, that instinct to pull away even as he presses further. That need to guard himself even as he desperately craves the closeness.]
The truth is, you hate surprises, don't you, Tsurumaru? You would much rather spend a quiet life, each day the same as the one before, unchanging. But you can't have that. So you would rather create the surprises yourself, because at least ten, you know what they are. And they can't hurt you.