[ His gaze drops down to the letter in Xu Shu's hands. There is the barest little tilt of his chin as he appears almost confused wehn the silence starts.
The letter was short. I cut off all the unncessary words. Cut them down with a thin little line. Like the swinging song of my scythe. A manic series of words burn in his skull. His eyes drift to the side, acknowledging his thoughts with a small shake of his head. No, no, the me that loves killing. It's not the length of the letter that is the issue. He is digesting the implications.
The lower covered half of his face that is Mitsuhide radiates bright chaotic energy. Ah, implications? Ah, the me that hates killing, do you mean like what it means for that man to ward me off? The upper half of his face that is exposed as "Tenkai" gazes on with calm, understanding eyes. Yes. The two of them understand one another. They understand and have a fondness for each other. They do not wish the other to be harmed.
His head twists violently to the side. Then, does he think I'm someone who would attempt to darken Xu Shu's soul? Is that what he is thinking?! Shall I remove his head without any respect to him? He turns his head back and shakes it once more slowly. No. We're seeing righteousness but the man has none. The color of his soul is what it is. That ocean black blocks out the shades of righteous and justice. What it leaves behind is purpose and duty.
Hm, duty. Duty, huh? He opens his mouth a little, letting out a high-pitched giggle. The giggle echoes in the space of the mask. Yes, duty. But no duty that anyone has given him. It is only those he gives himself. He gives them to himself because he sees something that must be put right. That is not righteous or justice. He is not blinded by such concepts, but he is blind by the black of the ocean.
So, what implications is he digesting? Lifting his eyes upward, his looks up toward the bright blue sky. The meaning behind Daud's warding, as I said. And the depth of what it means for me. For while we are as we are -- we are chaos. He worries that we will find this an affront and kill Daud for it. Yes, that sounds right. He worries as a human worries. But he does not recognize our squirming maggot state.
This would not offend me!! I am filled with warm and honest love! Warm and honest love! To think there is someone who would ward me away with a desire to protect another -- not protect him from my blade but from my chaos. It is endearing. It makes the shape of the sinking stone take that of a human! A human! He's forming back into a drowning man after growing comfortable being a stone! His eyes start to shine with mania. But Xu Shu is uncertain. He is uncertain because he cannot see our shape. Anyway, it seems like his digestion is done, but the meal was unsatisfactory. Might this humble Tenkai please continue without further interruption?
Go ahead. Go right ahead. Please do not let this starved stray bother further. The conversation between the two faces end. But he knows he is both of them. He knows he is only Mitsuhide. But it is nice, he thinks, to have a second "opinion" to his own musings. He stands straight with his hands folded -- so different from Mitsuhide who sways back and forth, twisting his body in an invisible wind.
At the gracious thanks (or rather he will take it as gracious), the "monk" bows his head. ] Think nothing of it. I am only fulfilling a request given to me. Though, I would have thought the request would have given you a happier face. [ His eyes give another soft smile. ] And I am Tenkai, a humble monk.
... I have to wonder how it is that you caught the eye of such a strange man... but I hope that you will not let it worry you too much. [ A soft hum. ] Though... I do not know what comfort my words can be as you look to be quite troubled.
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The letter was short. I cut off all the unncessary words. Cut them down with a thin little line. Like the swinging song of my scythe. A manic series of words burn in his skull. His eyes drift to the side, acknowledging his thoughts with a small shake of his head. No, no, the me that loves killing. It's not the length of the letter that is the issue. He is digesting the implications.
The lower covered half of his face that is Mitsuhide radiates bright chaotic energy. Ah, implications? Ah, the me that hates killing, do you mean like what it means for that man to ward me off? The upper half of his face that is exposed as "Tenkai" gazes on with calm, understanding eyes. Yes. The two of them understand one another. They understand and have a fondness for each other. They do not wish the other to be harmed.
His head twists violently to the side. Then, does he think I'm someone who would attempt to darken Xu Shu's soul? Is that what he is thinking?! Shall I remove his head without any respect to him? He turns his head back and shakes it once more slowly. No. We're seeing righteousness but the man has none. The color of his soul is what it is. That ocean black blocks out the shades of righteous and justice. What it leaves behind is purpose and duty.
Hm, duty. Duty, huh? He opens his mouth a little, letting out a high-pitched giggle. The giggle echoes in the space of the mask. Yes, duty. But no duty that anyone has given him. It is only those he gives himself. He gives them to himself because he sees something that must be put right. That is not righteous or justice. He is not blinded by such concepts, but he is blind by the black of the ocean.
So, what implications is he digesting? Lifting his eyes upward, his looks up toward the bright blue sky. The meaning behind Daud's warding, as I said. And the depth of what it means for me. For while we are as we are -- we are chaos. He worries that we will find this an affront and kill Daud for it. Yes, that sounds right. He worries as a human worries. But he does not recognize our squirming maggot state.
This would not offend me!! I am filled with warm and honest love! Warm and honest love! To think there is someone who would ward me away with a desire to protect another -- not protect him from my blade but from my chaos. It is endearing. It makes the shape of the sinking stone take that of a human! A human! He's forming back into a drowning man after growing comfortable being a stone! His eyes start to shine with mania. But Xu Shu is uncertain. He is uncertain because he cannot see our shape. Anyway, it seems like his digestion is done, but the meal was unsatisfactory. Might this humble Tenkai please continue without further interruption?
Go ahead. Go right ahead. Please do not let this starved stray bother further. The conversation between the two faces end. But he knows he is both of them. He knows he is only Mitsuhide. But it is nice, he thinks, to have a second "opinion" to his own musings. He stands straight with his hands folded -- so different from Mitsuhide who sways back and forth, twisting his body in an invisible wind.
At the gracious thanks (or rather he will take it as gracious), the "monk" bows his head. ] Think nothing of it. I am only fulfilling a request given to me. Though, I would have thought the request would have given you a happier face. [ His eyes give another soft smile. ] And I am Tenkai, a humble monk.
... I have to wonder how it is that you caught the eye of such a strange man... but I hope that you will not let it worry you too much. [ A soft hum. ] Though... I do not know what comfort my words can be as you look to be quite troubled.
Were the contents of the letter so distressing?