Well, Atsushi can have some emotional company--as he's hit with that wave of sadness, his steps slow, feet dragging. It's not a feeling he's unaccustomed to, though it's a little surprising to feel it now--but then, hasn't he spoken about how he's still learning? About what it means, to carry the weight of a heart?
It is safe in here--and perhaps if his most important people were with him, he'd take it into consideration. But they aren't, and Yasusada is a sword; he's not made to exist in "safe" places.
So out the door he goes, closing the sketchbook and holding it with him.]
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Well, Atsushi can have some emotional company--as he's hit with that wave of sadness, his steps slow, feet dragging. It's not a feeling he's unaccustomed to, though it's a little surprising to feel it now--but then, hasn't he spoken about how he's still learning? About what it means, to carry the weight of a heart?
It is safe in here--and perhaps if his most important people were with him, he'd take it into consideration. But they aren't, and Yasusada is a sword; he's not made to exist in "safe" places.
So out the door he goes, closing the sketchbook and holding it with him.]