The worst curse, perhaps, but one that Homura had taken and made his own. Okita had never known gods before coming here, but Homura embodied what he'd always thought they should be. Certainly, he was confident, at times arrogant, but he was also competent and fair. He offered choices and respected them. Even when the choice went against his own wishes. "Perhaps, but--"

The touch at his back set him on edge and Okita stiffened. No one touched his back. Even allies knew that it was a sore spot for him, but at the moment - he had to remind himself of this - Homura did not know that. He turned slightly to move the hand away from such a vulnerable location, smiling up at the demi-god to let him know there were no hard feelings - just years of training.

And then came Homura's question. "Your choices were your own and you valued that ability to choose more than anything. I don't believe you would have done what you did if you were not satisfied with it and yourself." He still remembered how Homura commanded his title, really owned it when he needed to - it had been impressive enough that Okita had turned to him as a leader. "And people believed in you, Homura-san. They still do. Enough that they were willing to die for you and your cause."