Without the years of cold calculation, Okita was getting a chance to see what traits were inherent to Homura's personality. The guarded innocence was one. The impatience, another. He hadn't yet learned how to wait 500 years for something to come to fruition. And the anger. Okita saw it flare up in Homura's eyes when he thought of Rinrei. A righteous, burning rage at what had taken her away from him.
Before he could speak, however, Okita needed to rest. Standing beneath the spray of water was taxing his wounds, so he pushed the showerhead off to the side a little and took a seat on the small plastic stool provided. He was going to be in sad shape tonight, and if he wasn't careful, Hijikata was going to worry himself to death. Touching the bandages, he was displeased to see that moving around even this little bit had caused the wound in his side to bleed. Annoying.
"It seems that's another thing that is innately you, Homura-san. You're not one to shirk from the nasty truths." Time to talk then, he supposed. "I assume you've gotten the basics from Kenren-san as I saw him with you most of the morning, and I noticed your altercation with Sanzo-san, so I'm betting you know how well your relationship with that man is faring. You are unapologetic for who you are, Homura-san, and that sometimes makes you unpopular with the more stubborn of the patients here. You have a keen eye for power and its only the powerful or useful that you've drawn close to you. I know because the only reason we started out together is because I have a sword arm and it was far more favorable to have me on your side than against. To achieve what you want - revenge, destruction of this place, and to return Rinrei to you - you can be ruthless and you know how to wait things out until the most opportune moment to strike."
Talking should not have been such a laborious task and Okita paused for a moment, pressing a hand to his side again. The wound ached, sending jolts of pain through him as it protested to being touched. The pain focused his mind though and that was what he needed. "You're also a leader - our leader. You understand well what is happening within your group and keep certain elements apart for the sake of stability. You read people, Homura-san, it's something you're very good at. And when you notice something off in a person, you press it relentlessly - sometimes in subtle ways - until you find out what it is. In short, you're smart, ruthless and devoted to your cause, but you're not without..." Okita paused as he wondered just what word to use. "Soft spots. Flowers, for one. And when you're with someone you're comfortable around, you fall prey to your memories of her."
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Before he could speak, however, Okita needed to rest. Standing beneath the spray of water was taxing his wounds, so he pushed the showerhead off to the side a little and took a seat on the small plastic stool provided. He was going to be in sad shape tonight, and if he wasn't careful, Hijikata was going to worry himself to death. Touching the bandages, he was displeased to see that moving around even this little bit had caused the wound in his side to bleed. Annoying.
"It seems that's another thing that is innately you, Homura-san. You're not one to shirk from the nasty truths." Time to talk then, he supposed. "I assume you've gotten the basics from Kenren-san as I saw him with you most of the morning, and I noticed your altercation with Sanzo-san, so I'm betting you know how well your relationship with that man is faring. You are unapologetic for who you are, Homura-san, and that sometimes makes you unpopular with the more stubborn of the patients here. You have a keen eye for power and its only the powerful or useful that you've drawn close to you. I know because the only reason we started out together is because I have a sword arm and it was far more favorable to have me on your side than against. To achieve what you want - revenge, destruction of this place, and to return Rinrei to you - you can be ruthless and you know how to wait things out until the most opportune moment to strike."
Talking should not have been such a laborious task and Okita paused for a moment, pressing a hand to his side again. The wound ached, sending jolts of pain through him as it protested to being touched. The pain focused his mind though and that was what he needed. "You're also a leader - our leader. You understand well what is happening within your group and keep certain elements apart for the sake of stability. You read people, Homura-san, it's something you're very good at. And when you notice something off in a person, you press it relentlessly - sometimes in subtle ways - until you find out what it is. In short, you're smart, ruthless and devoted to your cause, but you're not without..." Okita paused as he wondered just what word to use. "Soft spots. Flowers, for one. And when you're with someone you're comfortable around, you fall prey to your memories of her."