[ With what else?? Rokurou contemplates that for a moment, sipping from a can for a leisurely moment, before the answer finally smacks him in the face. He nearly sneezes on the drink when it does, rubbing beneath his nose with a laugh. It isn’t something he’s thought about before, given the way things are back home but … hm. Interesting. That’s something to think about.
He can at least nod in agreement about being sneaky. The foundation of his family’s style involves quite a bit of subterfuge. It’s the last bit that dumbfounds him completely. ]
Something new to live for?
[ Parroted back, with absolutely no understanding. The idea does not make sense to him. The sword was what he was born for, raised on, served his lord with. It’s been everything. His past, his weakness, his failures. When he dies, it will be by the sword. ]
What else is there? [ he reclines his head back, resting his skull against the edge of one of the shelves, ] I’m a tool for war. I’m not good for anything else.
[ A surprisingly honest confession for someone he’s just met, but alcohol has always made his tongue loose. ]
no subject
He can at least nod in agreement about being sneaky. The foundation of his family’s style involves quite a bit of subterfuge. It’s the last bit that dumbfounds him completely. ]
Something new to live for?
[ Parroted back, with absolutely no understanding. The idea does not make sense to him. The sword was what he was born for, raised on, served his lord with. It’s been everything. His past, his weakness, his failures. When he dies, it will be by the sword. ]
What else is there? [ he reclines his head back, resting his skull against the edge of one of the shelves, ] I’m a tool for war. I’m not good for anything else.
[ A surprisingly honest confession for someone he’s just met, but alcohol has always made his tongue loose. ]