Can't get too comfortable, though. I guess ya guys aren't too bad at keepin` me on my toes.
( It's the closest to a compliment he'll give to the Shinsengumi. He can't fluff their egos up too much-- some of them are proud enough already without the extra help. It's his duty as a rebel's sword to keep them a little humble.
As tired as he may be, he stands a little taller and feels a little more energy flow into him at the talk. If he's honest... it still hurts his heart, a little, in that nostalgic and melancholy sort of way. But he will always be proud of his old master-- the one who took him from their home and showed him a world beyond the walls of their domain. A man so great, he could change a nation and would have changed the world if only... No, he won't think of that. At least, he wouldn't have if Souji hadn't said a thing.
For a moment, he'd been swelling with pride and strength and now, he feels like the wind is knocked out of him all over again. Everything is so heavy and he freezes in his steps. He's frozen-- even the blood in his veins have gone cold like ice. His heart drops down into his stomach and his stomach begins to twist and turn. This isn't news. This is the opposite of news. This is old-- something in the past, something that has become an unchangeable historical fact but the look on his face is just like one who has heard for the first time.
"It wasn't supposed to end like that."
He knows. He knows he knows he knows and it scares him. He's always been a proud sword-- loud and unashamed of his history except for...
Mutsu doesn't say anything but the pained and surprised expression on his face is clearly asking, what do you know? )
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Can't get too comfortable, though. I guess ya guys aren't too bad at keepin` me on my toes.
( It's the closest to a compliment he'll give to the Shinsengumi. He can't fluff their egos up too much-- some of them are proud enough already without the extra help. It's his duty as a rebel's sword to keep them a little humble.
As tired as he may be, he stands a little taller and feels a little more energy flow into him at the talk. If he's honest... it still hurts his heart, a little, in that nostalgic and melancholy sort of way. But he will always be proud of his old master-- the one who took him from their home and showed him a world beyond the walls of their domain. A man so great, he could change a nation and would have changed the world if only... No, he won't think of that. At least, he wouldn't have if Souji hadn't said a thing.
For a moment, he'd been swelling with pride and strength and now, he feels like the wind is knocked out of him all over again. Everything is so heavy and he freezes in his steps. He's frozen-- even the blood in his veins have gone cold like ice. His heart drops down into his stomach and his stomach begins to twist and turn. This isn't news. This is the opposite of news. This is old-- something in the past, something that has become an unchangeable historical fact but the look on his face is just like one who has heard for the first time.
"It wasn't supposed to end like that."
He knows. He knows he knows he knows and it scares him. He's always been a proud sword-- loud and unashamed of his history except for...
Mutsu doesn't say anything but the pained and surprised expression on his face is clearly asking, what do you know? )