[Hakkai is silent for a moment as the violence of Ken's final moments flood into his mind. Is that Chikusa, bloodied on the ground?
Is it the truth? There's no way for him to be sure; not when he'd seen Gojyo's death, and knows it had never happened that way. But it's very like what he'd seen when he named Chikusa.
His eyes focus again, slowly, and he blinks at the scruffy mutt wagging its tail a few paces away.]
I suppose it is your name.
[Before he'd even given it to Ken as a vessel name, in fact. He smiles.]
And you'll fit in better on the Near Shore than Chikusa's vessel form.
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Is it the truth? There's no way for him to be sure; not when he'd seen Gojyo's death, and knows it had never happened that way. But it's very like what he'd seen when he named Chikusa.
His eyes focus again, slowly, and he blinks at the scruffy mutt wagging its tail a few paces away.]
I suppose it is your name.
[Before he'd even given it to Ken as a vessel name, in fact. He smiles.]
And you'll fit in better on the Near Shore than Chikusa's vessel form.