remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He muffled a snort – some forbearing weight lifted off his shoulders for the moment, eyes turning down streets that had grown familiar, that had started to feel like some version of home. The visions brought back another segment of the ones before though, and he could nearly imagine an outline of a hot spring, nestled somewhere in the midst, where they gathered and laughed, where everything didn’t seem so bleak and misguided, so lost and profound. “Hotaru had started making a spa,” he mentioned, off-handedly; it had been ages and ages ago, back before deaths and oblivion and some other rotted, wrecked portion of the earth had thundered back into their notions. And then he arched a brow, rolling his eyes at her smirk and snicker – equating the two seemed hardly fair. He’d done his fair share of asking others to join their ranks; though with his personality, he’d been far less successful. His talents went towards the battlefield, towards defense, towards armaments, towards savage intricacies and devilish demolition. “War and recruiting are not the same.” A shrug ran rampant through his shoulders; he’d given her credit where credit was due long before – shaking his head at her clawing, grasping hands for the semblance of pride and vindication all over again. “But they were a necessity there.”
out for vengeance
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