[ I'll protect you too. Isn't that what people always tell him? It was a big, meaningful phrase that he heard a lot from various people, and now Tenka was telling him the same thing. Katsura was very skilled— the history books crowned him the title of The Nobleman of Fury, but no matter how much skill he had, nothing had prepared him to be eaten alive by a monster that out ran him, even on his fast, criminal feet.
I'll protect you.
That's what he teacher said with warmth in his voice. He never felt more safe than in the arms of Shouyou-sensei. Protect him. That's what his teacher did when he was bound by ropes and shoved into the blood stained ground. Katsura doesn't remember everything in the war, but he remembers his teacher sacrificing his life for his safety. A memory like that— a memory of seeing your mentor decapitated at the hand of a familiar sword— it is a memory that is hard to erase.
His eyes grow, but his voice is calm: ]
—There is a ghost in my house.
[ Katsura continues to look at his tea, not making eye contact with Tenka or.. the mirage that was on the other side of him, whispering ominous words he couldn't even comprehend at this point. When was it going to leave? He already tried negotiating with it. It hadn't left him since he was resurrected here. ]
And it is because I lost. [ He whispers, now, feeling the ends of his eyes mist over. He takes in a shaking breath, for once, looking absolutely terrified. ]
Can you see it? Can you feel it, too? I'm alone with it, I think, because it is my burden.
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Isn't that what people always tell him? It was a big, meaningful phrase that he heard a lot from various people, and now Tenka was telling him the same thing. Katsura was very skilled— the history books crowned him the title of The Nobleman of Fury, but no matter how much skill he had, nothing had prepared him to be eaten alive by a monster that out ran him, even on his fast, criminal feet.
I'll protect you.
That's what he teacher said with warmth in his voice. He never felt more safe than in the arms of Shouyou-sensei.
Protect him. That's what his teacher did when he was bound by ropes and shoved into the blood stained ground. Katsura doesn't remember everything in the war, but he remembers his teacher sacrificing his life for his safety. A memory like that— a memory of seeing your mentor decapitated at the hand of a familiar sword— it is a memory that is hard to erase.
His eyes grow, but his voice is calm: ]
—There is a ghost in my house.
[ Katsura continues to look at his tea, not making eye contact with Tenka or.. the mirage that was on the other side of him, whispering ominous words he couldn't even comprehend at this point. When was it going to leave? He already tried negotiating with it. It hadn't left him since he was resurrected here. ]
And it is because I lost.
[ He whispers, now, feeling the ends of his eyes mist over. He takes in a shaking breath, for once, looking absolutely terrified. ]
Can you see it? Can you feel it, too? I'm alone with it, I think, because it is my burden.