kashuu skitters away, when yasusada curls in on himself. he nearly breaks his ankle trying to do it, falling, hitting the ground and then pulling himself back up. he doesn't have anything to fight with. he should. where is he? fighting with himself is an extension of his body, and he feels empty without it.
but he can see yasusada, and he watches, from the table, as yasusada starts to drown. he doesn't - want this. he doesn't want this. so he stops the water from bubbling up in yasusada's lungs, and lets him breathe. he stops it, and looks down at his hands.
a sword materializes there. clutched in his fingers.]
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kashuu skitters away, when yasusada curls in on himself. he nearly breaks his ankle trying to do it, falling, hitting the ground and then pulling himself back up. he doesn't have anything to fight with. he should. where is he? fighting with himself is an extension of his body, and he feels empty without it.
but he can see yasusada, and he watches, from the table, as yasusada starts to drown. he doesn't - want this. he doesn't want this. so he stops the water from bubbling up in yasusada's lungs, and lets him breathe. he stops it, and looks down at his hands.
a sword materializes there. clutched in his fingers.]