[Kanda, too, turns his gaze to Mugen, his thoughts on the chaos of that day still - though the sounds of his everyday world around him enough to keep him anchored more firmly in this present, this future granted him by the man before him.
Even so, some things are easier to say when you're not looking directly at the person that has had such an impact on your life - the very ones that has broken the chains that had held you down. Some things are easier to say to a sword that represents who you'd been and who, deep down, so much of you still remained to be.]
It was never your place to save either of us. Not me and certainly not him, but... you did.
[Shoving off the dresser, Kanda crossed the distance in a few short strides, to curl a firm grip in Sion's lapel, give it a slight shake as he glares down at the man, his expression stony once more. Because that apology?
Complete bullshit.
Sion's regret in this, to him, is utterly misplaced. It's selfish in a way that Kanda can almost understand, but even so.
EVEN SO. ]
So what the hell do you mean, you couldn't? [Fist clenching all the more, his scowl deepens as he points to the sword that so distracts them both.] I haven't had to use that since that day. The day you gave me a chance to actually live at your own expense, you bastard, so don't think for one fucking second that I'll accept that bullshit apology.
[The day Kanda lost something dear and gained something he'd never expected. A future. One free of military control, one free of being a weapon pointed blindly at an enemy, unleashed to slaughter. He'd hung his sword up that day, the first step away from the soldier, even if so much of the other mannerisms remained.]
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[Kanda, too, turns his gaze to Mugen, his thoughts on the chaos of that day still - though the sounds of his everyday world around him enough to keep him anchored more firmly in this present, this future granted him by the man before him.
Even so, some things are easier to say when you're not looking directly at the person that has had such an impact on your life - the very ones that has broken the chains that had held you down. Some things are easier to say to a sword that represents who you'd been and who, deep down, so much of you still remained to be.]
It was never your place to save either of us. Not me and certainly not him, but... you did.
[Shoving off the dresser, Kanda crossed the distance in a few short strides, to curl a firm grip in Sion's lapel, give it a slight shake as he glares down at the man, his expression stony once more. Because that apology?
Complete bullshit.
Sion's regret in this, to him, is utterly misplaced. It's selfish in a way that Kanda can almost understand, but even so.
EVEN SO. ]
So what the hell do you mean, you couldn't? [Fist clenching all the more, his scowl deepens as he points to the sword that so distracts them both.] I haven't had to use that since that day. The day you gave me a chance to actually live at your own expense, you bastard, so don't think for one fucking second that I'll accept that bullshit apology.
[The day Kanda lost something dear and gained something he'd never expected. A future. One free of military control, one free of being a weapon pointed blindly at an enemy, unleashed to slaughter. He'd hung his sword up that day, the first step away from the soldier, even if so much of the other mannerisms remained.]