[Yasusada wasn't going to lie about it anyway, but even if he'd wanted to, the startled look on his face would give him away.]
That was... where Hijikata-san died. Our vice commander. [...Pain, then, though it's an old ache, not the sharp throb of a new wound.] The end of the Shinsengumi, and the era of swords.
[ HE DOESN'T KNOW SHIT OF WHAT YASUSADA SAYS, but he gets the gist that it was an important battle. Ends of eras always are. He nods because he recognizes the name. ]
We were dispatched to watch history march its course, but... 'Twould seem my sword had a different mind. I became a vessel for its emotions, dark yet sorrowful, and I did what I could to change fate.
That came with bringing harm to Prompto and Meteion. I had slain both before we returned.
... A part of me wished to have known, but it may have mattered not. At the backstage room, or I believe that's what they call it, I was enthralled to don on the clothing and take the sword provided.
We sang and dance at first for regular fans. They were... Zealous, I suppose. They cheered loudly and begged for Prompto's socks.
[ Hmm. ]
Then the audience changed to the elderly and we were expected to perform a number more traditional, despite one of us being knowledgeable in Japanese culture. The grandmothers, I think they were... More difficult to please yet overzealous. They climbed onto stage...
You and yours must have performed better than myself and the other two. We must have looked like headless chickens on that large stage, the three of us.
Playing the drum... Was interesting. Naught what I had in mind or ever considered.
... I'm sure they do, but 'tis hard to forsake responsibility and not blame oneself. I wish to never be in that position yet I cannot shake off the fears the Prism has plans.
[ Because. You know. The killing. The Become Goats. He sighs. ]
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That was... where Hijikata-san died. Our vice commander. [...Pain, then, though it's an old ache, not the sharp throb of a new wound.] The end of the Shinsengumi, and the era of swords.
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We were dispatched to watch history march its course, but... 'Twould seem my sword had a different mind. I became a vessel for its emotions, dark yet sorrowful, and I did what I could to change fate.
That came with bringing harm to Prompto and Meteion. I had slain both before we returned.
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Softly--]
...Corruption.
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... Shushu had told me of lost souls making the Retrograde army once, but not this.
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...It's different, I think. I don't know very much about it--I've never seen it happen myself. But it affects both the sword and their wielder.
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[ Just frowning, obvious frustration. ]
'Twas not a choice.
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Backstage room...?
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[ the WHIPlash is coming. ]
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[ Hmm. ]
Then the audience changed to the elderly and we were expected to perform a number more traditional, despite one of us being knowledgeable in Japanese culture. The grandmothers, I think they were... More difficult to please yet overzealous. They climbed onto stage...
[ He stops and looks to a direction or two. ]
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They climbed onto the stage?!
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... Aye, they did, and thought to help us with our art since we barely had an inkling. Instruments were provided, but we were improvising.
[ Massages his temples. ]
They were stretching Prompto like rope...
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... I had a drum, Meteion some bells, and I couldn't quite figure what Prompto had.
[ him just like ????????????? ]
The senior who approached me and started beating on the drum encouraged me to yell soran.
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Soran Bushi. It's an old song--we sing it at festivals.
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The elderly also wanted Prompto’s socks… For what, only the Fates know.
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Ah... we did something like that at the citadel, once. A lot of us, together.
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Playing the drum... Was interesting. Naught what I had in mind or ever considered.
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Do you play other instruments, Aymeric-san?
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[But what does yams know, the Shinsengumi started out as farmers and peasants.]
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[ it's
fine. ]
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It's not your fault. I'm sure they know that.
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[ Because. You know. The killing. The Become Goats. He sighs. ]
Still, your words are comforting.