[There's no question that odd power runs in Mitsuhide's blood; Xu Shu stares at the ravens with weary eyes, watches the single one perch on the 'monk's' shoulder, and then follows it as it ascends to the sky and joins its brethren. Chat with the other face? He's going to have to talk to Daud about that amongst many, many other things... to make sure that compensation isn't of a kind they'll have to interfere with.]
[This is such a mess. All of it. But he has to keep it up. Huffing a breath, he slides his glasses case from his pocket and puts them back on. Sprinting with the precious item on was just too risky so he'd stashed them away.]
Umm...
[There's a moment of vague horror as he realises this is the first time anyone has stroked his hair in years... and worse, Tenkai's gesture reminds him of his mother, when he was very small, back when her harshness had been lesser and her softness more often exposed. It's not a comparison he'd like to have made. His beloved mother is too precious a memory for that.]
I'm... thank you.
[He sighs softly, wipes a smear of dirt from his face. Well. At least he'll get to eat soon. The heavy exertion has left him ravenous. Enough that he can focus on that, he hopes, and not the chills concerning the 'killing' comment. True as it might be it hurts to think about.]
[If only it never had to come to that.]
I already offered prayers for them.
[He does every time he's had to do this. It feels right.]
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[This is such a mess. All of it. But he has to keep it up. Huffing a breath, he slides his glasses case from his pocket and puts them back on. Sprinting with the precious item on was just too risky so he'd stashed them away.]
Umm...
[There's a moment of vague horror as he realises this is the first time anyone has stroked his hair in years... and worse, Tenkai's gesture reminds him of his mother, when he was very small, back when her harshness had been lesser and her softness more often exposed. It's not a comparison he'd like to have made. His beloved mother is too precious a memory for that.]
I'm... thank you.
[He sighs softly, wipes a smear of dirt from his face. Well. At least he'll get to eat soon. The heavy exertion has left him ravenous. Enough that he can focus on that, he hopes, and not the chills concerning the 'killing' comment. True as it might be it hurts to think about.]
[If only it never had to come to that.]
I already offered prayers for them.
[He does every time he's had to do this. It feels right.]