"Your temper is a bit like his, however." Unlike Heiji, who seemed almost ready to panic at the man's reaction, Homura met Hijikata's gaze with ease. He was utterly unintimidated by the stare, but at the same time, it only firmed his goal to have this Hijikata join them. And though Heiji might not realize it, Homura was coming to that in his own way. He didn't look away from the man now standing, but addressed the teen he'd invited along. "If you don't calm down, he might worry, Hattori. He's been watching us for several minutes now. But thank you for your attempt."
That was genuine. Though Homura knew Okita wouldn't come over unless there was violence, he didn't want the man to be any concerned or stressed beyond what was unavoidable. Still, he was glad that Heiji too saw the value in the man before him. Such a quality would be important in times to come.
"If they fight you, then that's their choice. I expect them to understand that, and that they must bear the consequences of their own actions. I already told you, I stopped them before because they were forgetting the bigger picture." Homura expected that of everyone, which was why he had so plainly said what he had to Hijikata. "We're all aware that you aren't the Hijikata that was here before. But this situation doesn't allow for personal grievances. We're in a prison, one that tortures and mocks us on a daily basis. You want to escape this place, don't you? Find out who else from your world has been brought here, and how to save them? Like Kondo."
Homura hadn't forgotten that name, and he wasn't going to let Hijikata think otherwise. "You only have a few options when it comes to night. Try and find a group on your own, and start from the beginning--the same resources that are available to any other patient, and the same knowledge. Or join one of the other established groups, and follow their orders in exchange for weapons and progress. Maybe you'll find their methods and ideals satisfactory, but I doubt it, because I didn't. Still, feel free to try that for yourself."
"Or," Homura pushed himself off the wall, taking a step closer to Hijikata, lessening the distance between them in a way that was almost a challenge. "You can join my group. Warriors who understand what it means to fight until they die, who want revenge for what's been done to us, and who have people they want to save. That's what I am, and that's the core of the History Club. I want you with us because I know you have that same spirit, and I know how to put that to use. I'll get you a sword, though it'll take a few days. And you will be told what we know about this place."
The demi-god lingered a moment longer, with the same arrogant grin, and the same unchanging gaze, before he finally stepped back again. For him, what went unsaid in those gestures was just as important as his words, and he suspected it'd be the same for Hijikata. "That's what I have to offer. Just as with anyone else, you're free to do whatever you like. With or without you, we'll continue our efforts. But I'd much rather have you join them."
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That was genuine. Though Homura knew Okita wouldn't come over unless there was violence, he didn't want the man to be any concerned or stressed beyond what was unavoidable. Still, he was glad that Heiji too saw the value in the man before him. Such a quality would be important in times to come.
"If they fight you, then that's their choice. I expect them to understand that, and that they must bear the consequences of their own actions. I already told you, I stopped them before because they were forgetting the bigger picture." Homura expected that of everyone, which was why he had so plainly said what he had to Hijikata. "We're all aware that you aren't the Hijikata that was here before. But this situation doesn't allow for personal grievances. We're in a prison, one that tortures and mocks us on a daily basis. You want to escape this place, don't you? Find out who else from your world has been brought here, and how to save them? Like Kondo."
Homura hadn't forgotten that name, and he wasn't going to let Hijikata think otherwise. "You only have a few options when it comes to night. Try and find a group on your own, and start from the beginning--the same resources that are available to any other patient, and the same knowledge. Or join one of the other established groups, and follow their orders in exchange for weapons and progress. Maybe you'll find their methods and ideals satisfactory, but I doubt it, because I didn't. Still, feel free to try that for yourself."
"Or," Homura pushed himself off the wall, taking a step closer to Hijikata, lessening the distance between them in a way that was almost a challenge. "You can join my group. Warriors who understand what it means to fight until they die, who want revenge for what's been done to us, and who have people they want to save. That's what I am, and that's the core of the History Club. I want you with us because I know you have that same spirit, and I know how to put that to use. I'll get you a sword, though it'll take a few days. And you will be told what we know about this place."
The demi-god lingered a moment longer, with the same arrogant grin, and the same unchanging gaze, before he finally stepped back again. For him, what went unsaid in those gestures was just as important as his words, and he suspected it'd be the same for Hijikata. "That's what I have to offer. Just as with anyone else, you're free to do whatever you like. With or without you, we'll continue our efforts. But I'd much rather have you join them."