I don't care if anyone else understands, Kashuu. [ what did you think he was, you? okay, that's kind of an uncharitable thought, but yasusada could honestly care less about what others thought of him. as long as kashuu understood, it's fine. but even if kashuu didn't understand, it's also still fine. unlike most swords, understanding and reciprocation aren't things that yasusada looks for in others. all he needs is his own obsession: everything else is an unexpected boon on top of that.

but he's also not the sort to explain himself, finding words both hard and cheap. therefore, he just breathes out, and squeezes kashuu's hand again. hardly to comfort, but as his own way of signalling that this conversation matter can be dropped. ] Well, you've gotten me out of the dojo. You're even going to make me eat.

I think it's enough.