( her voice is soft and painfully quiet. eyes dull with exhaustion finally meet his own, and she can't help but think, how dare you! as he still frets and tends to her while the healers bustle to start her care.
he'll have to go soon. it might be for the best. she's so tired and her heart aches. fear and fury from the battle still echo in her bloodstream and she can't dare to think of the past when he's saying things like accepting his murderer.
there's a soft hitch in her breath. )
... Why couldn't it have been that?
( she immediately regrets asking, though- shinobu turns away and draws in onto herself. )
... I must be getting delirious, I'm sorry. Silly me. You'd think I'd be more practiced with this sort of thing.
[Regret clangs heavily within his soul. Even as he works, his shoulders droop, and his head bows all the more. She is right to say it, all of it, but it still cuts at him all the same. It had been instinctive, just a few moments ago. Business. Duty. Debrief, just as they would have as Hashira.
But they weren't just that. And that has always been his greatest struggle — divorcing duty and honor from more delicate matters. The fact that he had even fallen in with a demon to begin with, given that issue, said a great deal.
Even if that's the worst possible thing right now.
He does not argue, when Shinobu turns away from him. He does not flinch declares it time for him to leave. He can tell that he's in the way, and this, too, is duty. Though it had only just landed him in this situation, he falls back on this nonetheless.]
Perhaps so. [He takes a step back, then looks to the healers at her side. He trusts them both implicitly, and so he will leave them to this. He has... other matters to deal with as well, doesn't he?
He takes a step back, then quickly turns and leaves the clinic. If he risks a glance back, he know he will hesitate. He has been given orders, though, and should not deviate.]
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( her voice is soft and painfully quiet. eyes dull with exhaustion finally meet his own, and she can't help but think, how dare you! as he still frets and tends to her while the healers bustle to start her care.
he'll have to go soon. it might be for the best. she's so tired and her heart aches. fear and fury from the battle still echo in her bloodstream and she can't dare to think of the past when he's saying things like accepting his murderer.
there's a soft hitch in her breath. )
... Why couldn't it have been that?
( she immediately regrets asking, though- shinobu turns away and draws in onto herself. )
... I must be getting delirious, I'm sorry. Silly me. You'd think I'd be more practiced with this sort of thing.
Perhaps its time for visiting hours to close.
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But they weren't just that. And that has always been his greatest struggle — divorcing duty and honor from more delicate matters. The fact that he had even fallen in with a demon to begin with, given that issue, said a great deal.
Even if that's the worst possible thing right now.
He does not argue, when Shinobu turns away from him. He does not flinch declares it time for him to leave. He can tell that he's in the way, and this, too, is duty. Though it had only just landed him in this situation, he falls back on this nonetheless.]
Perhaps so. [He takes a step back, then looks to the healers at her side. He trusts them both implicitly, and so he will leave them to this. He has... other matters to deal with as well, doesn't he?
He takes a step back, then quickly turns and leaves the clinic. If he risks a glance back, he know he will hesitate. He has been given orders, though, and should not deviate.]