He'd been afraid at first that his touch would be rejected, but then Homura placed a hand over his and Nataku tightened his grip just a little bit, standing close enough to feel a little of the god's warmth. Or maybe he was imaging that. He just liked being close.
He knew what Homura meant about Shien. It was impossible not to notice the graceful flow of his movement, the way he spoke... Nataku remembered. He didn't think he would ever forget now that memories were all he would have. Shien had not died as a slave to the gods, but as a free man fighting for what he believed in, and he deserved the kind of fierce pride that Homura had when speaking of his death.
Now Homura came to the part of the story he'd asked to hear. He didn't release the hand clutched between both of his but he had to make a conscious effort to keep from tightening his grip. He felt he had no right to judge Homura's actions one way or another and he doubted the other god would care if he did. However, given the choice between Goku's happiness and the restored balance of heaven and earth... without thinking, he would choose Goku, because those places didn't matter without him.
If you hurt him... He didn't let himself finish the thought. He didn't want to hurt Homura. Goku had fought against him and won - had killed him, in fact. Though Nataku doubted he'd done so without pain... He was still happy and free. His friends would have been there to comfort him. He didn't have to worry about Goku.
When he squeezed Homura's hand, injury was the furthest thing from his mind. He shook his head and looked up at the other Taishi after a while, voice soft with contemplation. "Thank you for telling me."
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He knew what Homura meant about Shien. It was impossible not to notice the graceful flow of his movement, the way he spoke... Nataku remembered. He didn't think he would ever forget now that memories were all he would have. Shien had not died as a slave to the gods, but as a free man fighting for what he believed in, and he deserved the kind of fierce pride that Homura had when speaking of his death.
Now Homura came to the part of the story he'd asked to hear. He didn't release the hand clutched between both of his but he had to make a conscious effort to keep from tightening his grip. He felt he had no right to judge Homura's actions one way or another and he doubted the other god would care if he did. However, given the choice between Goku's happiness and the restored balance of heaven and earth... without thinking, he would choose Goku, because those places didn't matter without him.
If you hurt him... He didn't let himself finish the thought. He didn't want to hurt Homura. Goku had fought against him and won - had killed him, in fact. Though Nataku doubted he'd done so without pain... He was still happy and free. His friends would have been there to comfort him. He didn't have to worry about Goku.
When he squeezed Homura's hand, injury was the furthest thing from his mind. He shook his head and looked up at the other Taishi after a while, voice soft with contemplation. "Thank you for telling me."