[Souji doesn't move from the hand over his own, though he doesn't really seem to register or otherwise react to it either. His fingers are thin; even the back of his hand is a little cool to the touch, as usual.
Feelings are hard to directly compare, it's true, but-- He does get the gist. He understands. He feels lost, like Jae-ha surely did. Does.
It's not the kind of feeling that will go away, is it?]
...Devil's child. [His own unaffectionate nickname, bestowed upon him by people who look at him with abject fear and loathing when he passes by on patrol.] I am the sword of the Shinsengumi and the child of a demon.
[So he doesn't know how to be on his own, honestly. He doesn't understand what it is to wield himself, or why he's even here if he's as he is now - without purpose or meaning. He is certainly very lost.]
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Feelings are hard to directly compare, it's true, but-- He does get the gist. He understands. He feels lost, like Jae-ha surely did. Does.
It's not the kind of feeling that will go away, is it?]
...Devil's child. [His own unaffectionate nickname, bestowed upon him by people who look at him with abject fear and loathing when he passes by on patrol.] I am the sword of the Shinsengumi and the child of a demon.
[So he doesn't know how to be on his own, honestly. He doesn't understand what it is to wield himself, or why he's even here if he's as he is now - without purpose or meaning. He is certainly very lost.]
Do you still feel lost, Jae-ha?