[ Together, Yu says. Katsura has always been one to work in a group once he found himself groups to latch onto. During the war, his blade pierced the skin of enemies, a flourish of red flooding down their skin like paint on a fresh canvas. During the war, when he felt like giving up as they were outnumbered, he contemplated suicide — seppuku — and leaving his name in the history books as the Nobleman of Fury— the one who died with honor by slitting his own belly.
But no. That man that he stood back to back with encouraged him to live on. Why think of a beautiful ending when you can have a beautiful life instead?
That is what he said. That is why he is still alive today when he could have easily ended his life by his own sword.
Was he throwing away his fragile and beautiful life so haphazardly? Had this place driven him to that point?
This whole time, Katsura has been focusing on being in control of this situation— gathering people who could invest trust in him and ultimately lead them all to victory. It was selfish to be recognized as a hero when all you are known for is a threat because you think differently. He once lived a life worth respecting— until the war was lost. All of them lost and his effort were fruitless— he fought the enemies, still, by undergrounds means. He opposed the government that had taken a new rule because in his mind it was wrong. He had turned nasty and bitter at the world.
There's a long pause. Katsura brushes the pads of his fingers against the smooth appendage that now served as his right tibia and fibula. Once his femur healed, he wondered if his own life could be the same again. Would he be able to run as fast as he used to?
It was his own fury, passion, and anger that had put him in this point. What would his teacher have to say if he were here? He would probably get a knock on the head as punishment like when he said something wrong in class and a lecture that is probably similar to what Yu is telling him now.. ..But in a fonder tone; one filled with sunshine and warmth; a voice he will never hear again. ]
Yu-san. Are you inviting me to trust in you? Even with our different thinking?
[ Betrayal is the worst. He couldn't think about being betrayed again by somebody else. Somebody he used to believe in who has corrupted himself into something destructive... The exact path that Katsura was slowly falling into as consequence for being here in this crazy place. ]
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Katsura has always been one to work in a group once he found himself groups to latch onto. During the war, his blade pierced the skin of enemies, a flourish of red flooding down their skin like paint on a fresh canvas. During the war, when he felt like giving up as they were outnumbered, he contemplated suicide — seppuku — and leaving his name in the history books as the Nobleman of Fury— the one who died with honor by slitting his own belly.
But no.
That man that he stood back to back with encouraged him to live on. Why think of a beautiful ending when you can have a beautiful life instead?
That is what he said.
That is why he is still alive today when he could have easily ended his life by his own sword.
Was he throwing away his fragile and beautiful life so haphazardly?
Had this place driven him to that point?
This whole time, Katsura has been focusing on being in control of this situation— gathering people who could invest trust in him and ultimately lead them all to victory. It was selfish to be recognized as a hero when all you are known for is a threat because you think differently. He once lived a life worth respecting— until the war was lost. All of them lost and his effort were fruitless— he fought the enemies, still, by undergrounds means. He opposed the government that had taken a new rule because in his mind it was wrong. He had turned nasty and bitter at the world.
There's a long pause.
Katsura brushes the pads of his fingers against the smooth appendage that now served as his right tibia and fibula. Once his femur healed, he wondered if his own life could be the same again. Would he be able to run as fast as he used to?
It was his own fury, passion, and anger that had put him in this point. What would his teacher have to say if he were here? He would probably get a knock on the head as punishment like when he said something wrong in class and a lecture that is probably similar to what Yu is telling him now..
..But in a fonder tone; one filled with sunshine and warmth; a voice he will never hear again. ]
Yu-san.
Are you inviting me to trust in you?
Even with our different thinking?
[ Betrayal is the worst. He couldn't think about being betrayed again by somebody else. Somebody he used to believe in who has corrupted himself into something destructive...
The exact path that Katsura was slowly falling into as consequence for being here in this crazy place. ]