[He promised Tenka he wouldn't hurt Shirasu, that he wouldn't pick a fight with him, and never has he regretted a promise more. Shirasu deserves to be tied up and sent to prison for his crimes, for the deaths of their parents and so many other people--and here, that's not an option. Even if he hadn't promised, would he have taken revenge? Would he hunt Shirasu down and kill him for the agony he'd caused and the lives he'd taken?
(He's not sure. He's supposed to be defending the country, and part of that is obeying the laws of the country. But. Maybe, for justice--)
It's a moot point now, and it hurts. It hurts to know that Shirasu was living in comfort all of those years with Tenka when he was the one who started all of this tragedy. The Yamainu had lost nearly everything with the loss of Taiko and Tenka. They'd barely recovered. Sousei can remember nights when he hadn't thought they would, when things were bleak and Kiiko looked just as hopeless as he'd felt.
They're letting a murderer go free.
Sousei shakes Tenka off then, but he does focus on breathing. He's not going to lose it here. That'd be pitiful. He has things to do still. (As much as, in a way, he'd like to. He was never one for tears, and even now his eyes are dry, but did they even properly mourn them, knowing this?)]
I didn't know. [The words are slow, obvious, but what else could he say?] I never knew--
[... He never knew, and they may not have been related by blood, but it's almost a plaintive tone, quiet as it is, because--]
They were my parents too. [This was his family too. He has never said so, out loud, maybe never felt the right to claim them, but it's true. And Tenka had (unknowingly, sure, but even so) asked him to let their murderer go free.]
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(He's not sure. He's supposed to be defending the country, and part of that is obeying the laws of the country. But. Maybe, for justice--)
It's a moot point now, and it hurts. It hurts to know that Shirasu was living in comfort all of those years with Tenka when he was the one who started all of this tragedy. The Yamainu had lost nearly everything with the loss of Taiko and Tenka. They'd barely recovered. Sousei can remember nights when he hadn't thought they would, when things were bleak and Kiiko looked just as hopeless as he'd felt.
They're letting a murderer go free.
Sousei shakes Tenka off then, but he does focus on breathing. He's not going to lose it here. That'd be pitiful. He has things to do still. (As much as, in a way, he'd like to. He was never one for tears, and even now his eyes are dry, but did they even properly mourn them, knowing this?)]
I didn't know. [The words are slow, obvious, but what else could he say?] I never knew--
[... He never knew, and they may not have been related by blood, but it's almost a plaintive tone, quiet as it is, because--]
They were my parents too. [This was his family too. He has never said so, out loud, maybe never felt the right to claim them, but it's true. And Tenka had (unknowingly, sure, but even so) asked him to let their murderer go free.]