["This is edging towards depressing territory" AND THEN SOUSEI BROUGHT UP THE WORST TOPIC to possibly bring up with a sword like Kashuu Kiyomitsu, whose abandonment complex is deep and vast and full of crazy...
But that had happened to him, centuries and centuries ago - back at Ikedaya, when the tip of his blade had been broken off in battle and he was deemed irreparable when Okita tried to have him fixed. Discarded and never used again, he had learned the hard way that a sword that couldn't be a sword is nothing short of worthless. He can't agree with what Sousei says because of that, and it's obvious just based on the minute distance that seems to rise up as he looks off toward the side of the courtyard, but the true depth of disagreement is mostly hidden. Kashuu doesn't make an effort to be less expressive than he is, but he doesn't exactly like airing his traumas, either.]
...Something like that'd be weird, yeah? It's hard to think about life without war. I mean, even living here's pretty different and there are still battles to fight in. [He had felt most "at home" when fighting those creatures at the mall, which says a lot. There's a brief pause after that, and then:]
But I guess I wouldn't mind too much. If I can keep protecting those things...
[If he could have continued to stay by Okita's side even as a useless blade, he wouldn't have minded, really, even if his heart sings the loudest when he's used in battle. If he could live at Haru's side for just a little longer, he would like that. If - if - and it's a big if, but if he allows himself that hope...]
—Anyway! Thinking about those complicated things'll just give me wrinkles. Before worrying about that, it's prooobably better to worry about all the stuff going on here.
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But that had happened to him, centuries and centuries ago - back at Ikedaya, when the tip of his blade had been broken off in battle and he was deemed irreparable when Okita tried to have him fixed. Discarded and never used again, he had learned the hard way that a sword that couldn't be a sword is nothing short of worthless. He can't agree with what Sousei says because of that, and it's obvious just based on the minute distance that seems to rise up as he looks off toward the side of the courtyard, but the true depth of disagreement is mostly hidden. Kashuu doesn't make an effort to be less expressive than he is, but he doesn't exactly like airing his traumas, either.]
...Something like that'd be weird, yeah? It's hard to think about life without war. I mean, even living here's pretty different and there are still battles to fight in. [He had felt most "at home" when fighting those creatures at the mall, which says a lot. There's a brief pause after that, and then:]
But I guess I wouldn't mind too much. If I can keep protecting those things...
[If he could have continued to stay by Okita's side even as a useless blade, he wouldn't have minded, really, even if his heart sings the loudest when he's used in battle. If he could live at Haru's side for just a little longer, he would like that. If - if - and it's a big if, but if he allows himself that hope...]
—Anyway! Thinking about those complicated things'll just give me wrinkles. Before worrying about that, it's prooobably better to worry about all the stuff going on here.