[It doesn't make him feel any better, knowing Yasusada couldn't have used it on himself, because all he's thinking of right now is how much weight and responsibility his mirroring sword carries when he's able to split so very little - practically none - of it with him. They can already do so little here, and it feels like he can do less and less, even if he knows that isn't the case.
But, again... it's not like he doesn't understand what this is. Where it comes from. If their positions were reversed, he would do everything the same, step-for-step. In fact, he'd probably be crueler than Yasusada in many ways, because even between the two of them, he hides more.
That single, simple statement just seals it, slicing through him like a blade, hurting and warming him in equal parts. He closes his eyes, taking a quiet breath in.]
I need you here too, Yasusada. [Soft, so very, very soft.] ...So don't forget our promise.
[Even though he knows they have so little control. Even though he knows that if their promise is broken, it would be of no fault of either of them. Even though he would still forgive Yasusada, though there'd be nothing to forgive, and he'd still hold that little piece of bitterness within him.
The feeling is one of sorrow and love, with the same reflected fear: I don't want to be alone.]
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But, again... it's not like he doesn't understand what this is. Where it comes from. If their positions were reversed, he would do everything the same, step-for-step. In fact, he'd probably be crueler than Yasusada in many ways, because even between the two of them, he hides more.
That single, simple statement just seals it, slicing through him like a blade, hurting and warming him in equal parts. He closes his eyes, taking a quiet breath in.]
I need you here too, Yasusada. [Soft, so very, very soft.] ...So don't forget our promise.
[Even though he knows they have so little control. Even though he knows that if their promise is broken, it would be of no fault of either of them. Even though he would still forgive Yasusada, though there'd be nothing to forgive, and he'd still hold that little piece of bitterness within him.
The feeling is one of sorrow and love, with the same reflected fear: I don't want to be alone.]