And he'd perhaps cry little potato tears in his sorrow. Homura didn't say the thought aloud, but he did grin a bit wider in response to the words left unsaid. Yet at the same time he looked over the man he considered a friend carefully, wondering just what was going on in his mind. It was difficult to read through Okita's cheerful mask sometimes, as it was one that came naturally, and concealed thoroughly.
But even that being the case, Okita's continued silence on the matter of Hijikata was telling enough. It was possible that the man hadn't made of his mind yet, about what do to with this strange new version. Homura closed his eyes, and let out a quiet sigh. He remembered those days when Shien was like this as well--questioning the purpose of his life under an almost unbreakable mask.
"Whatever choice you make, Okita, I will respect it." Homura reached into his pocket then, and took out the key he'd had Adel make specifically for the swordsman. He set it down on the table next to Okita's tray, leaving no question as to who it now belonged to. "But you are the only one who can make that choice." And it would hardly be the first time that Homura couldn't be a person's sun.
Right, Son Goku?
Okita laid out the various options for his conversation with Nataku, but Homura shook his head to all but the last. "He has to decide for himself what he's going to do with his life, now that the gods who ruled over him are gone. I lived long enough to find my purpose. Nataku has yet to discover his." It was as sobering a thought as it was a hopeful one. If only this opportunity had been afforded to the boy in some place beside this prison. Yet that hadn't been the case, and there was no point in regretting it. "He'd likely be more receptive to your games than even I've been. But if it's possible, I'd like for you to not hide who you are from him either. Toushin Taishi isn't a title that can be completely erased once it's bestowed."
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But even that being the case, Okita's continued silence on the matter of Hijikata was telling enough. It was possible that the man hadn't made of his mind yet, about what do to with this strange new version. Homura closed his eyes, and let out a quiet sigh. He remembered those days when Shien was like this as well--questioning the purpose of his life under an almost unbreakable mask.
"Whatever choice you make, Okita, I will respect it." Homura reached into his pocket then, and took out the key he'd had Adel make specifically for the swordsman. He set it down on the table next to Okita's tray, leaving no question as to who it now belonged to. "But you are the only one who can make that choice." And it would hardly be the first time that Homura couldn't be a person's sun.
Right, Son Goku?
Okita laid out the various options for his conversation with Nataku, but Homura shook his head to all but the last. "He has to decide for himself what he's going to do with his life, now that the gods who ruled over him are gone. I lived long enough to find my purpose. Nataku has yet to discover his." It was as sobering a thought as it was a hopeful one. If only this opportunity had been afforded to the boy in some place beside this prison. Yet that hadn't been the case, and there was no point in regretting it. "He'd likely be more receptive to your games than even I've been. But if it's possible, I'd like for you to not hide who you are from him either. Toushin Taishi isn't a title that can be completely erased once it's bestowed."