It's really a very sad private joke, but maybe one that won't be too surprising given what Mikazuki knows of the Okita Souji from his own ventures. He closes his eyes for a moment, though he doesn't particularly look like someone who's confessing or taking a weight from their shoulders. It's the simple truth, as ugly as it is for the times he comes from and the people he holds dearest.]
I had thought myself unsuited for times of peace, and I do feel incomplete when parted from my blades. Still, after all of my time away... I would say the place that I am doesn't matter to me. I would not choose to anchor myself to anything in that river, when so many parts of it are unstable and so many anchor points are just shy of being recognizable. I can't trust such a thing. Moreover, I have no stake in, or love for, the people and things that those dearest to me would open their bellies for. Wherever Kondo-san and Hijikata-san choose to be is where I will follow, without a doubt, but I feel as though I would be content enough even if the three of us did nothing but farm in some far-off, distant land.
[Hehe... His secret.]
But I am a sword, in the end.
[The hilarity of saying this to an actual sword, but he's about as close as literally anything can come without being one of them.]
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[Their terrible private joke...
It's really a very sad private joke, but maybe one that won't be too surprising given what Mikazuki knows of the Okita Souji from his own ventures. He closes his eyes for a moment, though he doesn't particularly look like someone who's confessing or taking a weight from their shoulders. It's the simple truth, as ugly as it is for the times he comes from and the people he holds dearest.]
I had thought myself unsuited for times of peace, and I do feel incomplete when parted from my blades. Still, after all of my time away... I would say the place that I am doesn't matter to me. I would not choose to anchor myself to anything in that river, when so many parts of it are unstable and so many anchor points are just shy of being recognizable. I can't trust such a thing. Moreover, I have no stake in, or love for, the people and things that those dearest to me would open their bellies for. Wherever Kondo-san and Hijikata-san choose to be is where I will follow, without a doubt, but I feel as though I would be content enough even if the three of us did nothing but farm in some far-off, distant land.
[Hehe... His secret.]
But I am a sword, in the end.
[The hilarity of saying this to an actual sword, but he's about as close as literally anything can come without being one of them.]