A thousand women and children. He regrets the thought immediately
(although he doesn't regret it enough to bring on more blight)... but it's
true, isn't it? Hakkai's got the memories of somebody who killed a lot of
people. Gojyo looks at him again, as though seeing him in a new light. As
bad as his pieced-together memories and assumptions are, how much worse
much it be to remember something like that?
By Gojyo's count, he's killed about thirty people. Maybe a few more --
certainly less than fifty. Hakkai has the memories of murdering a
thousand.
His expression softens at the thought, and he nods again, this time leaning
forward, his arms folded on his knees.
"Okay," he agrees, because it really is a good point. They both have all
these memories that get in the way, but they're also the people (more or
less) that the heavens created. They still exist. So why not start there?
"What do you want to know?"
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A thousand women and children. He regrets the thought immediately (although he doesn't regret it enough to bring on more blight)... but it's true, isn't it? Hakkai's got the memories of somebody who killed a lot of people. Gojyo looks at him again, as though seeing him in a new light. As bad as his pieced-together memories and assumptions are, how much worse much it be to remember something like that?
By Gojyo's count, he's killed about thirty people. Maybe a few more -- certainly less than fifty. Hakkai has the memories of murdering a thousand.
His expression softens at the thought, and he nods again, this time leaning forward, his arms folded on his knees.
"Okay," he agrees, because it really is a good point. They both have all these memories that get in the way, but they're also the people (more or less) that the heavens created. They still exist. So why not start there? "What do you want to know?"