[Okay. Anger, but not rashness. The urge to fight, but not to rush in blindly. He can understand that.
He's still worried, admittedly. It seems dangerous, especially from his point of view, when he doesn't actually mind anything but the amnesia. And he likes Shepard. The other gods had seemed nice enough, true, but she's his god--and maybe that's coloring his perceptions, but she seems strong and smart and someone he'll be proud to belong to. If this leads them down a dangerous path and something happens to her, what will he do then?
It seems like a heavy question, and in a way, it is. But the answer is obvious.
Reaching up, he grasps her hand in both of his, carefully accepting her support and rising to his feet. His clothes make him seem smaller, thinner than he really is, especially the haori, draped over him like the sky itself. But he's strong, and decently fast, and while he may not remember the source, the influence of Okita Souji runs in his blood. He won't fail her.]
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He's still worried, admittedly. It seems dangerous, especially from his point of view, when he doesn't actually mind anything but the amnesia. And he likes Shepard. The other gods had seemed nice enough, true, but she's his god--and maybe that's coloring his perceptions, but she seems strong and smart and someone he'll be proud to belong to. If this leads them down a dangerous path and something happens to her, what will he do then?
It seems like a heavy question, and in a way, it is. But the answer is obvious.
Reaching up, he grasps her hand in both of his, carefully accepting her support and rising to his feet. His clothes make him seem smaller, thinner than he really is, especially the haori, draped over him like the sky itself. But he's strong, and decently fast, and while he may not remember the source, the influence of Okita Souji runs in his blood. He won't fail her.]
What do you need me to do?