[ There’s a series of small nods. Tatara being Tatara, he’s betting it’s good news.
...Either that, or Mikoto’s caught the killer already and is holding them hostage to let his clansman have his revenge first before burning them alive.
But revenge, vengeance... that’s not Tatara’s aim. No havoc either of them could wreak would bring back what’s been lost, anyway. He will, by all logic, likely never see Johan again. Not once, in all their possible lifetimes. It’s sheer optimism that drives him to smile in the face of that; to keep hope for the implausible alive. In the meantime, it’s enough that his killer stops killing, so that no one else will have to face a similar loss.
Tatara knows he most certainly wouldn’t wish such grief on any person he’s met here yet, that’s for sure.
Of course, on the bright side, he’s learned a lot from the tears. This is the same man who didn’t seem upset about his own death, after all, if Izumo recalls. The one who has spent the greater portion of his life’s most grave traumas smiling and waving off everything that might have been devastating to most anyone else.
But when someone reaches his heart, well... now he knows it’s not so cold to the touch, after all.
Tatara’s on his feet then, dusting himself off habitually. ]
Kusanagi-san worries too much about me! [ Said with another dismissive wave. But he can’t pull the wool so far over Izumo’s eyes now, can he? Not now that he knows what he does...
A long breath out. ]
Aah, I’ll be careful. I promise. [ His head leans over, a sheepish expression twisting his lips. ]
We don’t need a repeat of history, after all.
[ He won't leave time for commentary to that before heading for the door. ]
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...Either that, or Mikoto’s caught the killer already and is holding them hostage to let his clansman have his revenge first before burning them alive.
But revenge, vengeance... that’s not Tatara’s aim. No havoc either of them could wreak would bring back what’s been lost, anyway. He will, by all logic, likely never see Johan again. Not once, in all their possible lifetimes. It’s sheer optimism that drives him to smile in the face of that; to keep hope for the implausible alive. In the meantime, it’s enough that his killer stops killing, so that no one else will have to face a similar loss.
Tatara knows he most certainly wouldn’t wish such grief on any person he’s met here yet, that’s for sure.
Of course, on the bright side, he’s learned a lot from the tears. This is the same man who didn’t seem upset about his own death, after all, if Izumo recalls. The one who has spent the greater portion of his life’s most grave traumas smiling and waving off everything that might have been devastating to most anyone else.
But when someone reaches his heart, well... now he knows it’s not so cold to the touch, after all.
Tatara’s on his feet then, dusting himself off habitually. ]
Kusanagi-san worries too much about me! [ Said with another dismissive wave. But he can’t pull the wool so far over Izumo’s eyes now, can he? Not now that he knows what he does...
A long breath out. ]
Aah, I’ll be careful. I promise. [ His head leans over, a sheepish expression twisting his lips. ]
We don’t need a repeat of history, after all.
[ He won't leave time for commentary to that before heading for the door. ]
See ya, Kusanagi-san!