[ It all makes sense, now, doesn’t it? Except the tell-all dreams, of course; but Tatara supposes those don’t need to make any more sense than they do. It’s pretty self-explanatory.
Things are starting to fall into place for Izumo now. They were once very important to each other, very close friends. Together with Mikoto, they formed the very foundation of the most fearsome, violent, volatile clan in Shizume City. But Tatara’s life was taken far too early, the so-called “weakest link” snipped away before his time.
In doing so, they provoked the wrath of the ferocious Red Lion, and a manhunt -- nay, a war -- broke out in response. A war that HOMRA won... but at the highest cost.
The first thing Mikoto said to Tatara when he arrived here was only three simple words: ”I avenged you.” He didn’t need to say it, of course; somehow, his loyal clansman already knew. Anyone who hurt one of his own had to die -- that was the HOMRA way. They had to pay the ultimate price. No blood, no bone, no ash.
Even if it meant the end of the Red King’s reign, too. Tatara drinks to that, as well. ]
I wonder if there will be others, then, you come to remember... or others who remember us.
[ Heaving a melodramatic long-suffering sigh, he puts his head down on the bar then, slumping on his stool. ]
Aah, I’m gonna be in so much trouble...!
[ Far be it for a fully-independent 22 year-old to say that; but, here they are... ]
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Things are starting to fall into place for Izumo now. They were once very important to each other, very close friends. Together with Mikoto, they formed the very foundation of the most fearsome, violent, volatile clan in Shizume City. But Tatara’s life was taken far too early, the so-called “weakest link” snipped away before his time.
In doing so, they provoked the wrath of the ferocious Red Lion, and a manhunt -- nay, a war -- broke out in response. A war that HOMRA won... but at the highest cost.
The first thing Mikoto said to Tatara when he arrived here was only three simple words: ”I avenged you.” He didn’t need to say it, of course; somehow, his loyal clansman already knew. Anyone who hurt one of his own had to die -- that was the HOMRA way. They had to pay the ultimate price. No blood, no bone, no ash.
Even if it meant the end of the Red King’s reign, too. Tatara drinks to that, as well. ]
I wonder if there will be others, then, you come to remember... or others who remember us.
[ Heaving a melodramatic long-suffering sigh, he puts his head down on the bar then, slumping on his stool. ]
Aah, I’m gonna be in so much trouble...!
[ Far be it for a fully-independent 22 year-old to say that; but, here they are... ]