[It's the first time he's had a shinki change on him. Nari never named Mark, the soulless shinki he's locked in a closet, so the flashback is not expected.
It leaves him with a roiling stomach as he tries to swallow down the sickness of this. He's seen patients die, accident victims, gunshots, and many other deaths. But this? This is different. It feels sad in a way. His shinki wasn't even truly a human, he was a weapon, made to be one, and shattered doing the one thing he was created for.
Nari thinks back on his own death and has to admit to himself that maybe these two were a little more similar than he thought they could be. They both died taking down an enemy. Unlike Urashima, though, Nari had time to embrace his and die with the knowledge that everything was over.
He sighs softly, a wistful smile on his face as he watches the petals.]
Never seen a sword bust out blossoms before. That some kind of power of yours?
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It leaves him with a roiling stomach as he tries to swallow down the sickness of this. He's seen patients die, accident victims, gunshots, and many other deaths. But this? This is different. It feels sad in a way. His shinki wasn't even truly a human, he was a weapon, made to be one, and shattered doing the one thing he was created for.
Nari thinks back on his own death and has to admit to himself that maybe these two were a little more similar than he thought they could be. They both died taking down an enemy. Unlike Urashima, though, Nari had time to embrace his and die with the knowledge that everything was over.
He sighs softly, a wistful smile on his face as he watches the petals.]
Never seen a sword bust out blossoms before. That some kind of power of yours?