[ whether he agrees whole-heartedly, that's another matter. the biggest concern is that it could happen again, and that other swords may not be so lucky to return undamaged, like they did. maybe it's something the sage should be aware of, just in case, but - ookurikara will let it lie. at least for now. he isn't particularly in the mood to sound the alarms so soon after they'd managed to get home, either; it might be nice to take it easy for a bit, after months away that felt much longer than they should have.
the question makes him shift uncomfortably, eyes turning away. how does he feel...?
relieved, mostly, that they made it back with memories intact. confused, that it happened so suddenly and without explanation. melancholy, perhaps, that their respective burdens are back on their shoulders. content, to have the tsurumaru he knows best before him. there's more still beyond it all, that he doesn't even attempt to dwell on.
articulating it all still feels beyond him, so instead he gives a simple answer, as he always does. ]
I remember. That's enough, isn't it?
[ must they dig into it? why try to put these feelings into words? what purpose does it serve either of them? ]
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[ whether he agrees whole-heartedly, that's another matter. the biggest concern is that it could happen again, and that other swords may not be so lucky to return undamaged, like they did. maybe it's something the sage should be aware of, just in case, but - ookurikara will let it lie. at least for now. he isn't particularly in the mood to sound the alarms so soon after they'd managed to get home, either; it might be nice to take it easy for a bit, after months away that felt much longer than they should have.
the question makes him shift uncomfortably, eyes turning away. how does he feel...?
relieved, mostly, that they made it back with memories intact. confused, that it happened so suddenly and without explanation. melancholy, perhaps, that their respective burdens are back on their shoulders. content, to have the tsurumaru he knows best before him. there's more still beyond it all, that he doesn't even attempt to dwell on.
articulating it all still feels beyond him, so instead he gives a simple answer, as he always does. ]
I remember. That's enough, isn't it?
[ must they dig into it? why try to put these feelings into words? what purpose does it serve either of them? ]