[ to be fair, haru can't say he would have reacted any differently if he'd been in any of their previous masters' places. after all, he wouldn't have understood that they retained memories, that they felt, that they would have been awakened one day taking those experiences and emotions and drawing such conclusions from them. it makes him glad that he's where he is right now, because at least like this.. he can do what he can to remove those learned behaviors and thoughts and show them that they have worth beyond what they can do on the battlefield. it's a challenging job, he's quickly learned. some of these blades have hundreds of years of issues to work through, and haru's just one completely inadequate teenager.

at least they have one another, too, and the run of the keep when they aren't out on the front lines. some of them are beginning to learn those things all on their own, and teaching them to one another.

moving to catch up to yamato, he's satisfied with the easy silence as they walk, but glances up at him in surprise at the question. well.. why wouldn't he be interested? haru never talks about his family or his life back home. of course it would be a matter of some question among the others.

he clears his throat, fingers tightening around his book. he.. actually really misses his siblings. maybe that's part of the reason he doesn't talk about them much. ]

Well.. I have three sisters and a brother, all younger than me. [ his ears are going a little red talking about them. ] The next oldest is Chika, and she's thirteen. Then there's Suzu, she's ten. The youngest are Kouta, who's five, and Natsumi. She's two. [ he ducks his gaze to the floor, blush deepening. ] .. Um. I think you'll like them. You know, once all of this is-- When we get to go back. They're good kids.