[He hopes. And that is all that is needed to calm her down just for a moment. As long as he hopes, then perhaps they won't lose him.
Something about this sickness is poisoning him, but what is the root of the cause? Time is one. Moving from time to time. Potentially changing him. The guilt of living on borrowed time. Whatever crept into his body and corrupted is just like how sicknesses in a human enter; some form of weakness appearing. It could be the body's immunity, or his mental state. She's guessing the latter, because she's not sure if swords can actually get sick physically.
He wants to latch onto this chance, he wants to know how. That, for now, is enough for her. He's stopped fighting her, so she places one hand on the left side of his chest. He might be a sword, but it beats and it bleeds.]
No one ever knows how at first, but if you have any doubts, then at first, you must grasp it. [She reaches up with her other hand, wiping away the tracks of blood from his cheek.] Fate may give you a second chance, but it does not decide which route you will take. You do. And I believe you can, you are strong. You still have a little bit of hope left.
[There, aside from the gaping hollow of his wound, he looks tidier now. Still tired, still drained.] We all have a darkness in our hearts, Mitsutada. I do myself, but I accept it. I cannot regret. So let me teach you. [Welp. Guess that's why she's a thug queen. But that is exactly what is happening; her face has tightened, even though her touch is gentle. Her voice stern, all the while calm. And she looks at him with determination.] We lose when we give up. So will you let me in? [She doesn't know what could happen. Perhaps it can't be reversed, but at least it could be stopped. They'll figure it out as they go.
Yet the most important part is still this:] Only if you want me to. Only if you want to win. [She can't force him, no matter how much she wants to.]
cracks heart like an egg
Something about this sickness is poisoning him, but what is the root of the cause? Time is one. Moving from time to time. Potentially changing him. The guilt of living on borrowed time. Whatever crept into his body and corrupted is just like how sicknesses in a human enter; some form of weakness appearing. It could be the body's immunity, or his mental state. She's guessing the latter, because she's not sure if swords can actually get sick physically.
He wants to latch onto this chance, he wants to know how. That, for now, is enough for her. He's stopped fighting her, so she places one hand on the left side of his chest. He might be a sword, but it beats and it bleeds.]
No one ever knows how at first, but if you have any doubts, then at first, you must grasp it. [She reaches up with her other hand, wiping away the tracks of blood from his cheek.] Fate may give you a second chance, but it does not decide which route you will take. You do. And I believe you can, you are strong. You still have a little bit of hope left.
[There, aside from the gaping hollow of his wound, he looks tidier now. Still tired, still drained.] We all have a darkness in our hearts, Mitsutada. I do myself, but I accept it. I cannot regret. So let me teach you. [Welp. Guess that's why she's a thug queen. But that is exactly what is happening; her face has tightened, even though her touch is gentle. Her voice stern, all the while calm. And she looks at him with determination.] We lose when we give up. So will you let me in? [She doesn't know what could happen. Perhaps it can't be reversed, but at least it could be stopped. They'll figure it out as they go.
Yet the most important part is still this:] Only if you want me to. Only if you want to win. [She can't force him, no matter how much she wants to.]