[ choice... as much as ookurikara would like to agree with lutha, there's been hardly a moment where he's stopped thinking about the things forneus had said. the god's insistence that they had, in fact, agreed to help him change this world to suit his own desires, against everything the touken danshi stand for. it brings a familiar anger to a boil in the pit of his stomach, twisting and wrestling with uncertainty and confusion and a simple desire to fulfill his mission.
he takes a long, slow breath, and pushes those feelings away. a festival is the wrong place for this. masamune, mitsutada, sadamune, tsurumaru - they would all say that they should simply enjoy the night. ]
Changing history rarely goes the way they want it to, [ is what he says instead, as a musician begins to pluck at the strings again. the plan forneus had outlined is reckless as best - at worst, it could have implications for all of their worlds, and all of their timelines. ] There's no point in getting broken for something like that.
[ a mission you don't even support. it's too risky, and for no worthy reward, as far as he can tell. ]
"Breaking" is a strong way to put it, but... It's not even that it ends at that. A lot of people end up suffering even if people like us get lost.
[It feels like too simple a point to repeat. But he has his own beef with Forneus' plan, one that digs at the idealistic wishes he knows are probably not obtainable in his own land.
Maybe, at least, they could not repeat it here.
He lets the music start to settle in the air, observing what was left of the food in his hand, of the color still vibrant from the surroundings that coated everything with warmth.]
My land completely changed when a god was killed. It was a long time ago, and maybe nothing as drastic as time or anything. But a god is a god, and it was still just as big a part of how the world works. If you mess with that...
[...
He sniffs with a clearing of his throat.]
A lot of history was lost, and what was left was hidden or rewritten, or just weakened as older generations started dying out. There's an entire world out there that's disintegrating underneath the water, and a whole lot of life being lost, because some mortal power decided to mess with something outside of their control.
[A beat, before he takes a second to shove his collar up against his neck and face.]
I'd rather not see us doing something idiotic like that to a place like this. No matter what Forneus says or thinks.
[ but enough about that. with another bite of the fish skewer leaving a blast of flavorful spice on his tongue, he listens in silence, soaking up lutha's words without a trace of judgment.
it explains much about how lutha acts, and the things he says, if not everything. ookurikara cannot and will not pretend to be an empathetic sword, but this is something he thinks he can understand. he'd seen some of it for himself, after all - and so his grip tightens on the hilt of his sword, as if that could protect them both from the memory of how that water ate away at his steel, found its way into his carving and imperfections and utterly ruined him. it is a lifeline, a reminder that he is, still, whole.
other than that, his expression and posture don't change. ]
This world isn't the same as either of ours. Gods have been lost here, and the people survive all the same.
[ it's not an argument for or against either side - just a fact. kara obviously has his own opinion, rooted in how his own world functions. knowing, however, doesn't erase the discomfort that comes with going against his purpose as a touken danshi. ]
Still, even the most masterful tactician's plans can fall apart with a stroke of luck for the wrong side. I have no intention of finding out how badly that would turn out here.
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he takes a long, slow breath, and pushes those feelings away. a festival is the wrong place for this. masamune, mitsutada, sadamune, tsurumaru - they would all say that they should simply enjoy the night. ]
Changing history rarely goes the way they want it to, [ is what he says instead, as a musician begins to pluck at the strings again. the plan forneus had outlined is reckless as best - at worst, it could have implications for all of their worlds, and all of their timelines. ] There's no point in getting broken for something like that.
[ a mission you don't even support. it's too risky, and for no worthy reward, as far as he can tell. ]
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[It feels like too simple a point to repeat. But he has his own beef with Forneus' plan, one that digs at the idealistic wishes he knows are probably not obtainable in his own land.
Maybe, at least, they could not repeat it here.
He lets the music start to settle in the air, observing what was left of the food in his hand, of the color still vibrant from the surroundings that coated everything with warmth.]
My land completely changed when a god was killed. It was a long time ago, and maybe nothing as drastic as time or anything. But a god is a god, and it was still just as big a part of how the world works. If you mess with that...
[...
He sniffs with a clearing of his throat.]
A lot of history was lost, and what was left was hidden or rewritten, or just weakened as older generations started dying out. There's an entire world out there that's disintegrating underneath the water, and a whole lot of life being lost, because some mortal power decided to mess with something outside of their control.
[A beat, before he takes a second to shove his collar up against his neck and face.]
I'd rather not see us doing something idiotic like that to a place like this. No matter what Forneus says or thinks.
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[ but enough about that. with another bite of the fish skewer leaving a blast of flavorful spice on his tongue, he listens in silence, soaking up lutha's words without a trace of judgment.
it explains much about how lutha acts, and the things he says, if not everything. ookurikara cannot and will not pretend to be an empathetic sword, but this is something he thinks he can understand. he'd seen some of it for himself, after all - and so his grip tightens on the hilt of his sword, as if that could protect them both from the memory of how that water ate away at his steel, found its way into his carving and imperfections and utterly ruined him. it is a lifeline, a reminder that he is, still, whole.
other than that, his expression and posture don't change. ]
This world isn't the same as either of ours. Gods have been lost here, and the people survive all the same.
[ it's not an argument for or against either side - just a fact. kara obviously has his own opinion, rooted in how his own world functions. knowing, however, doesn't erase the discomfort that comes with going against his purpose as a touken danshi. ]
Still, even the most masterful tactician's plans can fall apart with a stroke of luck for the wrong side. I have no intention of finding out how badly that would turn out here.