Mitsutada is... well, he's not bothered, per se. Everyone comes to their own conclusions, their own decisions. He's not going to push when he's not wanted or where he won't be heard. When Nameless first arrived, Hasebe cornered Mitsutada, telling him he should say something. To introduce himself, tell the stories he could remember.
He'd considered it. But when he gained a cool shoulder and a silent avoidance, he let it slide. A bridge to be crossed on another day.
They stand near each other now, faces almost an exact copy. Mitsutada's single gold eye shines brightly, flickering flames enhancing the color. His eyepatch is firmly in place, a testament to his history. Quietly, he regards his past, gaze intense even if it's been halved. ]
Do you know this? [ The fire. Burning. Mitsutada doesn't know, because he's never asked before now. ]
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Mitsutada is... well, he's not bothered, per se. Everyone comes to their own conclusions, their own decisions. He's not going to push when he's not wanted or where he won't be heard. When Nameless first arrived, Hasebe cornered Mitsutada, telling him he should say something. To introduce himself, tell the stories he could remember.
He'd considered it. But when he gained a cool shoulder and a silent avoidance, he let it slide. A bridge to be crossed on another day.
They stand near each other now, faces almost an exact copy. Mitsutada's single gold eye shines brightly, flickering flames enhancing the color. His eyepatch is firmly in place, a testament to his history. Quietly, he regards his past, gaze intense even if it's been halved. ]
Do you know this? [ The fire. Burning. Mitsutada doesn't know, because he's never asked before now. ]