[ the thing about cranes is that they symbolize longevity and fortune. tsurumaru, ironically, brought the exact opposite to each and every one of his wielders. not a single wielder in his long, long line of masters have ever lived to see their dreams come true, their domains expand, their lives lived out to the very end. oh, certainly, there are a few that lived at least to see their ambitions sated-- but those are often the ones who pass him on earlier, to their retainers perhaps, and then see their retainers fall while the white sword once again is sought after by another.
because of this long history behind him, tsurumaru raises his head and smiles at sousei. it's not a knee-jerk reaction so much as one that he has come to terms to after hundreds upon hundreds of years. for once, he's as serene as his appearance, as peaceful as the freshyly fallen snow on the day he was presented to his first lord. ]
I cannot accept that, Sousei-san. [ finally, he gets up, heavy sleeve swaying and folding back neatly against him like origami. he's not tall, but he stands like he is, a singular white figure against the starkness of the modernized theatre around them. it must be surprising to everyone else around them, he thinks, watching the two of them have this conversation. it must be nice, to be surprised by something like that. ] Not a single one of my lords survived to see themselves happy, but this is something I've come to terms with as it was they whom surprised themselves by choosing me. But I cannot choose a master [ it's not up to him to choose someone to doom ], and I cannot be protected by someone who did not choose me. [ nobody who did not choose the path of ownership should suffer because of him. ]
The same as how you cannot accept a vow from someone who did not choose you, Sousei-san. [ he may be a sparkly crane, but he's hardly an idiot. he vowed to protect sousei's dignity, yes, but not sousei. similarly, he bowed to the abe name, not sousei. frankly, it's because he doesn't know who sousei is. he'll need time to find out, and he's looking forward to the challenge-- but today, he acknowledges nothing that he has yet to see with his own eyes.
a small laugh, finally, to take a bit of the seriousness away from this heavy topic. ] Anyway, I'd rather be surprised myself by the outcome, and you can't do that if you're the one choosing. Without surprises, the heart will die young-- and I've yet to want to relinquish my heart.
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because of this long history behind him, tsurumaru raises his head and smiles at sousei. it's not a knee-jerk reaction so much as one that he has come to terms to after hundreds upon hundreds of years. for once, he's as serene as his appearance, as peaceful as the freshyly fallen snow on the day he was presented to his first lord. ]
I cannot accept that, Sousei-san. [ finally, he gets up, heavy sleeve swaying and folding back neatly against him like origami. he's not tall, but he stands like he is, a singular white figure against the starkness of the modernized theatre around them. it must be surprising to everyone else around them, he thinks, watching the two of them have this conversation. it must be nice, to be surprised by something like that. ] Not a single one of my lords survived to see themselves happy, but this is something I've come to terms with as it was they whom surprised themselves by choosing me. But I cannot choose a master [ it's not up to him to choose someone to doom ], and I cannot be protected by someone who did not choose me. [ nobody who did not choose the path of ownership should suffer because of him. ]
The same as how you cannot accept a vow from someone who did not choose you, Sousei-san. [ he may be a sparkly crane, but he's hardly an idiot. he vowed to protect sousei's dignity, yes, but not sousei. similarly, he bowed to the abe name, not sousei. frankly, it's because he doesn't know who sousei is. he'll need time to find out, and he's looking forward to the challenge-- but today, he acknowledges nothing that he has yet to see with his own eyes.
a small laugh, finally, to take a bit of the seriousness away from this heavy topic. ] Anyway, I'd rather be surprised myself by the outcome, and you can't do that if you're the one choosing. Without surprises, the heart will die young-- and I've yet to want to relinquish my heart.