"I guess that's fair," Yuuhi consented with an empty smile as he finished washing his hair. He swept it back with his fingers in one smooth motion before he reached for more soap. Yue was far too perceptive for him to play completely dumb, but that didn't mean he'd share more than he had to.
The rest was confusing at first. Why would Yue recognize his magic more than any other? Why would it stand out? Was it possible that Yue was some kind of familiar like Mokona? The little creature was designed specifically to search for a special kind of magic, Sakura's feathers. While it had other functions, Mokona was drawn to that specific kind of magic. When he'd created Chii from one of Sakura's feathers, she'd been much the same too. Perhaps not as lively or animated as Yue or Mokona, but were they similar?
"I'm sorry, I really... I don't have an answer to that," he told Yue, shrugging slightly. He turned back to his shower head for a moment while he carefully rinsed his own wounds. At least that way he didn't have to worry about the other man seeing his pained expression or the blood that welled up here or there from when he'd strained the stitching. "We both knew a Sakura and a Syaoran, right? That's more similarities than I've had with anyone else here. That would make sense then, that my magic would be easier for you to recognize. If you think I've been calling out to you or... or others or sending out some kind of signal, it just isn't so."
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The rest was confusing at first. Why would Yue recognize his magic more than any other? Why would it stand out? Was it possible that Yue was some kind of familiar like Mokona? The little creature was designed specifically to search for a special kind of magic, Sakura's feathers. While it had other functions, Mokona was drawn to that specific kind of magic. When he'd created Chii from one of Sakura's feathers, she'd been much the same too. Perhaps not as lively or animated as Yue or Mokona, but were they similar?
"I'm sorry, I really... I don't have an answer to that," he told Yue, shrugging slightly. He turned back to his shower head for a moment while he carefully rinsed his own wounds. At least that way he didn't have to worry about the other man seeing his pained expression or the blood that welled up here or there from when he'd strained the stitching. "We both knew a Sakura and a Syaoran, right? That's more similarities than I've had with anyone else here. That would make sense then, that my magic would be easier for you to recognize. If you think I've been calling out to you or... or others or sending out some kind of signal, it just isn't so."