He laughed when Guy pointed out how silly his complaints were and Okita nodded, leaning back in his chair as he took a few more bites of his food. "Yes, that's true."
And a good thing, too. Tonight, he would need his mobility more than ever. Guy would be unhappy to know that Okita was going where he had gone, but the swordsman's curiosity and the drive to push forward was too strong. He noticed day by day that more people were burrowing beneath the Institute and that meant there was something down there his group needed to see, too. He would just have to keep the dangers in mind, and leave people like the one who killed Guy out of it. Or maybe he'd take him down there with him and break the kid's neck to finally get revenge. It was a pleasant thought, if a futile one.
"No, it doesn't," he agreed as Guy seemed reluctant to take a compliment for what it was. Simply thinking did little to change anything, but it was the first step toward awareness and consideration for others. It was something Okita, despite seeming friendly and open, rarely did for anyone not of his group. Oh, he thought of the Choushu rebels and how difficult it must be for them to die for their cause, but that wouldn't stop him from killing them all the same. He could stop it, but he simply didn't want to. They had to die in order for his group to live and so, while he burned incense for their souls, he continued to slaughter their comrades. "But I'm sure people don't worry about it as much as we think they do."
And eventually, perhaps, Landel would come back and Okita would get another stab at him and at achieving Homura's plan. Clothes were clothes and in a place where the higher-ups still insisted upon calling them by their fake names, a little mistaken identity as far as one's uniform went was a minor inconvenience at most.
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And a good thing, too. Tonight, he would need his mobility more than ever. Guy would be unhappy to know that Okita was going where he had gone, but the swordsman's curiosity and the drive to push forward was too strong. He noticed day by day that more people were burrowing beneath the Institute and that meant there was something down there his group needed to see, too. He would just have to keep the dangers in mind, and leave people like the one who killed Guy out of it. Or maybe he'd take him down there with him and break the kid's neck to finally get revenge. It was a pleasant thought, if a futile one.
"No, it doesn't," he agreed as Guy seemed reluctant to take a compliment for what it was. Simply thinking did little to change anything, but it was the first step toward awareness and consideration for others. It was something Okita, despite seeming friendly and open, rarely did for anyone not of his group. Oh, he thought of the Choushu rebels and how difficult it must be for them to die for their cause, but that wouldn't stop him from killing them all the same. He could stop it, but he simply didn't want to. They had to die in order for his group to live and so, while he burned incense for their souls, he continued to slaughter their comrades. "But I'm sure people don't worry about it as much as we think they do."
And eventually, perhaps, Landel would come back and Okita would get another stab at him and at achieving Homura's plan. Clothes were clothes and in a place where the higher-ups still insisted upon calling them by their fake names, a little mistaken identity as far as one's uniform went was a minor inconvenience at most.