With the last burst of energy he has in his dying, transforming body, he launches himself forward, trying to grab hold of Vin. He's laughing - he's crying - his eyes are feverbright with corruption, but his smile is so apologetic, so soft and genuine, even through the dance of flame and blood and flaying skin.]
I'm sorry, Vin.
[He wanted to do something better. He wanted to save her. He wanted to save the both of them, even knowing what these adventures bring. But in the end, isn't it just selfishness that had dragged out her suffering? There's no place for cowardice in a sword. There's only one thing to do when one loses touch with what makes them human.
He raises a hand toward the sky, a bright flash of light piercing through - a dying star. Summoning the last of him, he uses his final move to send numerous blades hurtling from the sky toward the earth. They puncture deep into the blood-soaked dirt with a thunderous impact, splitting the ground, discarded weapons, stray shields, any corpses unfortunate enough to be nearby. They skewer through his body with ease, too, like he's a doll made of spun silk; it's a more merciful death than what many, many others have been granted in this battle, though he only takes it to spare those he'd have torn in two if he were to join the rest of the monsters prowling the battlefield.
This way, he can honor Okita's wish. He can save even one more life, maybe. And if he's lucky, he can put Vin out of her misery, too.]
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With the last burst of energy he has in his dying, transforming body, he launches himself forward, trying to grab hold of Vin. He's laughing - he's crying - his eyes are feverbright with corruption, but his smile is so apologetic, so soft and genuine, even through the dance of flame and blood and flaying skin.]
I'm sorry, Vin.
[He wanted to do something better. He wanted to save her. He wanted to save the both of them, even knowing what these adventures bring. But in the end, isn't it just selfishness that had dragged out her suffering? There's no place for cowardice in a sword. There's only one thing to do when one loses touch with what makes them human.
He raises a hand toward the sky, a bright flash of light piercing through - a dying star. Summoning the last of him, he uses his final move to send numerous blades hurtling from the sky toward the earth. They puncture deep into the blood-soaked dirt with a thunderous impact, splitting the ground, discarded weapons, stray shields, any corpses unfortunate enough to be nearby. They skewer through his body with ease, too, like he's a doll made of spun silk; it's a more merciful death than what many, many others have been granted in this battle, though he only takes it to spare those he'd have torn in two if he were to join the rest of the monsters prowling the battlefield.
This way, he can honor Okita's wish. He can save even one more life, maybe. And if he's lucky, he can put Vin out of her misery, too.]