[ There are more, yes. Many, many more. And most of them are here, somehow, which tells of a gruesome end to Shizume City’s most loyal, and most brutal clan. Meanwhile, Scepter-4 seems to have fared much better, somehow, with vastly fewer numbers...
But rather than taking that as a defeat, Tatara will find that silver lining instead: They’re here, together again, a family eternal. Even if they don’t remember each other yet, they will eventually.
...For better or worse.
With a bittersweet smile, then, on that note-- ] I can’t say.
[ But he drums briefly, lightly on the bar as he lifts his head back up. ] But I’m not going to sweat it. It’s fine; everything will work out somehow!
[ Who knows, maybe Yata will be less angry, and more relieved when his time comes? If it does. But even then, that’s only one of many people accounted for. So, odds are, Tatara’s still up the metaphorical shit creek, owed many more head-punches than hugs. (Thanks for reaffirming that, Izumo. Deeply appreciated.) ]
That’s probably for the best. [ Awkward, nervous laughter here. ] I can’t imagine King will take it well...
[ He pushes himself back upright on his barstool. ]
Ah, I do need to see him soon though, about Johan.
[ Still lugging around that heavy burden? You bet. And while he loves and respects Mikoto more -- if that’s possible -- for helping him bury that heartache properly and bring his clansman closure, he worries.
...Not for Mikoto, no. Hell no. More for everyone who stands in his way. But first, this: A hand on his elder’s shoulder, and a sincerely concerned look from Tatara, for once, with brows upturned and knitted beneath ash blond fringe. ]
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But rather than taking that as a defeat, Tatara will find that silver lining instead: They’re here, together again, a family eternal. Even if they don’t remember each other yet, they will eventually.
...For better or worse.
With a bittersweet smile, then, on that note-- ] I can’t say.
[ But he drums briefly, lightly on the bar as he lifts his head back up. ] But I’m not going to sweat it. It’s fine; everything will work out somehow!
[ Who knows, maybe Yata will be less angry, and more relieved when his time comes? If it does. But even then, that’s only one of many people accounted for. So, odds are, Tatara’s still up the metaphorical shit creek, owed many more head-punches than hugs. (Thanks for reaffirming that, Izumo. Deeply appreciated.) ]
That’s probably for the best. [ Awkward, nervous laughter here. ] I can’t imagine King will take it well...
[ He pushes himself back upright on his barstool. ]
Ah, I do need to see him soon though, about Johan.
[ Still lugging around that heavy burden? You bet. And while he loves and respects Mikoto more -- if that’s possible -- for helping him bury that heartache properly and bring his clansman closure, he worries.
...Not for Mikoto, no. Hell no. More for everyone who stands in his way. But first, this: A hand on his elder’s shoulder, and a sincerely concerned look from Tatara, for once, with brows upturned and knitted beneath ash blond fringe. ]
...Will you be okay, Kusanagi-san?