[ They have their differences, and Mitsutada sees how much they stand out in sharp relief when compared. When he thinks about it, he's reminded of the years long past. Of his time serving Nobunaga. A master that some did not enjoy, but he had found his place with.
Because they had been treasured, hadn't they been? ]
He did. That isn't what I speak of, though. You're still young.
[ Had he really been so stiff? Mitsutada flashes his younger self a small, warm smile. They're both swords, but he's learned more human behaviors. He isn't against this knowledge, how humans operate. In some ways, it grounds him more and more in this world. ]
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Because they had been treasured, hadn't they been? ]
He did. That isn't what I speak of, though. You're still young.
[ Had he really been so stiff? Mitsutada flashes his younger self a small, warm smile. They're both swords, but he's learned more human behaviors. He isn't against this knowledge, how humans operate. In some ways, it grounds him more and more in this world. ]