[His grip tightens somewhat reflexively, because he can tell that talking to Midare is going to be next to impossible if this is the sort of thing he's been thinking by himself for so long. Part of him realizes it might be entirely hopeless, but... no. Not yet. He doesn't want to walk down that road yet.]
That's what we were made for! We're weapons, Midare - that's why we're here! [As far as he's concerned, living behind glass in a display is no life for a sword. He had never been able to experience even that, but the thought of being aimless and masterless and unable to complete his most basic purpose is something he'll never be able to understand or accept. The situation may be different now, but the saniwa is still their master. They have something to strive for. Of course he doesn't understand where Midare is coming from, or what he's trying to do.]
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That's what we were made for! We're weapons, Midare - that's why we're here! [As far as he's concerned, living behind glass in a display is no life for a sword. He had never been able to experience even that, but the thought of being aimless and masterless and unable to complete his most basic purpose is something he'll never be able to understand or accept. The situation may be different now, but the saniwa is still their master. They have something to strive for. Of course he doesn't understand where Midare is coming from, or what he's trying to do.]
You can't just change the purpose of a sword.