After his conversation with Okita, Kenshin still wasn't at his best. Sano's disappearance had hit him hard. He wouldn't be smiling or oro-ing or acting like himself again for a while. And yet, what Okita had told him had also been...oddly comforting, in a way. Okita Souji, the man who had sworn to kill him on more than one occasion (and had attempted it not so long ago) had told him exactly what he needed to hear, had repeated the same speech about protecting others that Kenshin usually gave himself.
Physically and emotionally exhausted, the rurouni climbed into an armchair and dozed, hovering in the place somewhere between sleep and waking.
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After his conversation with Okita, Kenshin still wasn't at his best. Sano's disappearance had hit him hard. He wouldn't be smiling or oro-ing or acting like himself again for a while. And yet, what Okita had told him had also been...oddly comforting, in a way. Okita Souji, the man who had sworn to kill him on more than one occasion (and had attempted it not so long ago) had told him exactly what he needed to hear, had repeated the same speech about protecting others that Kenshin usually gave himself.
Physically and emotionally exhausted, the rurouni climbed into an armchair and dozed, hovering in the place somewhere between sleep and waking.