He probably doesn't want to... [Yasusada has no sense of privacy, but he can at least acknowledge that. If this had happened before Buzen's death, then he would've been jumping around in delight and singing Okita's praises, but now he just smiles, soft and nostalgic.]
Of course, he was an amazing master. I love him more than anything.
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We haven't had an opportunity to talk about it... Whether he's wanted to or not, I'm not sure.
Were you fond of him?
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He probably doesn't want to... [Yasusada has no sense of privacy, but he can at least acknowledge that. If this had happened before Buzen's death, then he would've been jumping around in delight and singing Okita's praises, but now he just smiles, soft and nostalgic.]
Of course, he was an amazing master. I love him more than anything.
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What happened?
[ me: lol. ]
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He died, a few hundred years ago. [...] Tuberculosis.
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...And how does that affect you?
[ outliving someone you love, whether you are a long-lived being or not... hard to relate. ]
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[He says it like that should explain everything, because he is a sword and bad at this.]
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[ ok. clearly this requires a different approach. ]
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Yasusada nods.]
Until Aruji.
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[ YAMS YOU ARE KILLING HIM. YOU'RE KILLING HIM, YAMS. ]
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Our current master. He's the one who gave us these bodies.
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Oh? You aren't just... like that?
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We're swords.
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helpfully:]
Swords aren't people.
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