[ As much as he had been half-expecting it, it still hurt to have that confirmed by his best friend. His eye widens for a moment before he looks down again, lips pressed tightly into a thin line. It wasn't fair, especially if Hiromitsu had said to Ookurikara what Nobunaga said to him - because he knew from the first days they spent together that his friend was nothing close to worthless. Ookurikara didn't deserve this.
If anything, it was Mitsutada who would have deserved it. For not fulfiling his duty, letting himself grow soft away from the Demon King's presence.
Chasing after worthless ideals, worthless whims. For those without worth, the only fate will be death. A worthless piece of dead steel, a worthless soul.
He never talked about those times, the decades spent in Nobunaga's service. Because it was hell - not in the literal sense, but the metaphorical sense, because no one who serves the Demon King walks away untainted by his darkness.
Those who are worthless will be swept away and crushed by the tides of change.
He wasn't branded like Souza was, but Nobunaga did not need a physical mark to claim him.
What is it that you desire?
He doesn't think he knows enough to answer that just yet. ]
It's okay.
[ That's all he says about this, because he knows that Ookurikara will know his feelings about this. As much as his best friend's words had stung, they were nothing compared to what he felt upon realizing the full scope of the situation.
(He didn't deserve this.)
And now that the other had told him what he saw, he thinks it only appropriate that he tell his as well. ]
For me... I saw Nobunaga. The Demon King.
[ Looking up, he meets Ookurikara's gaze briefly before looking to the side. There didn't seem to be anything else that needed to be said. ]
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If anything, it was Mitsutada who would have deserved it. For not fulfiling his duty, letting himself grow soft away from the Demon King's presence.
Chasing after worthless ideals, worthless whims. For those without worth, the only fate will be death. A worthless piece of dead steel, a worthless soul.
He never talked about those times, the decades spent in Nobunaga's service. Because it was hell - not in the literal sense, but the metaphorical sense, because no one who serves the Demon King walks away untainted by his darkness.
Those who are worthless will be swept away and crushed by the tides of change.
He wasn't branded like Souza was, but Nobunaga did not need a physical mark to claim him.
What is it that you desire?
He doesn't think he knows enough to answer that just yet. ]
It's okay.
[ That's all he says about this, because he knows that Ookurikara will know his feelings about this. As much as his best friend's words had stung, they were nothing compared to what he felt upon realizing the full scope of the situation.
(He didn't deserve this.)
And now that the other had told him what he saw, he thinks it only appropriate that he tell his as well. ]
For me... I saw Nobunaga. The Demon King.
[ Looking up, he meets Ookurikara's gaze briefly before looking to the side. There didn't seem to be anything else that needed to be said. ]