[He, presumably, was treated and bandaged at trial, so even though his movements are kind of slow and stiff, he will come over and kneel down right next to Atsushi.]
I'm sorry, Atsushi-kun. I wish we'd been able to fix this sooner.
[Before it got to this point. It feels so terribly unfair that this happened to him--someone Yasusada's seen as kind and brave since their first week here.]
I should be the one apologizing to you! I didn't warn any of you about that angry fire-lizard on the beach!
[Not that he could have. Trial rules and all. Though maybe it says something about him, that all he's thinking about now is how he could have helped others.]
[Yasusada opens his mouth automatically--maybe to protest, or to reassure Atsushi, or something like that. He hesitates, though, shoulders dropping slightly.]
It's not that I think that's good or anything, but--we know you aren't fully yourself, Atsushi-kun. I can't say it's not your fault, but I'm not upset with you, and I don't think Esti-san is either.
I don't think that's cowardly. [Who wouldn't choose the option that gives them a chance to survive? Even if that's not the case--] Those "executions" are horrible. They shouldn't be called that.
[A flare of anger towards the Prism, followed by some protectiveness--though it fades quickly, into dejection, since he knows there's nothing he can do to help.
He extends a hand, offering it to Atsushi.]
...Will you tell me something nice, instead? A good memory?
Well... a few years ago, we had a matsuri competition. "East" vs. "West"--we put together floats, and we showed off all the different dances for our regions. We were trying to help Tomoe understand them a little better, but eventually we just got caught up in how much fun we were having, and we all sang together at the end.
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I'm sorry, Atsushi-kun. I wish we'd been able to fix this sooner.
[Before it got to this point. It feels so terribly unfair that this happened to him--someone Yasusada's seen as kind and brave since their first week here.]
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[Not that he could have. Trial rules and all. Though maybe it says something about him, that all he's thinking about now is how he could have helped others.]
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It's not that I think that's good or anything, but--we know you aren't fully yourself, Atsushi-kun. I can't say it's not your fault, but I'm not upset with you, and I don't think Esti-san is either.
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[Whine whine he's being a bit of a baby now.]
I could have at least written a note telling everyone to be careful investigating the beach.
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I don't think a note would've helped this time. [Like. He gets what Atsushi means, but in this instance...
Anyway, more importantly.]
You picked combat, didn't you?
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Yeah. I know it's cowardly of me, but I just couldn't take an execution.
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[A flare of anger towards the Prism, followed by some protectiveness--though it fades quickly, into dejection, since he knows there's nothing he can do to help.
He extends a hand, offering it to Atsushi.]
...Will you tell me something nice, instead? A good memory?
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[Let's not talk about the parts after that because those are not good memories.]
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I meant from your home. [But if Atsushi doesn't want to] I can tell you about the citadel instead, if you'd rather.
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Sure, tell me about the citadel.
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Yasusada nods, sitting back on his heels.]
Well... a few years ago, we had a matsuri competition. "East" vs. "West"--we put together floats, and we showed off all the different dances for our regions. We were trying to help Tomoe understand them a little better, but eventually we just got caught up in how much fun we were having, and we all sang together at the end.