[Swords, Sousei thinks, jump to an awful lot of conclusions.
He never said anything about choosing, and honestly never had any intent to choose a master for this sword--for this person (because person does not mean human, and personhood is not something that is solely the domain of humans...just as monstrosity is not the domain of monsters). He said only that he would judge those who would be his master against Tsurumaru's moral scale, and deem them worthy or not.
The ultimate choosing, he thinks, should still be between the two that will have to work together, as equals, though he will be the first to admit he knows very little of swords that speak.
Sousei crosses his arms behind his back. It is probably a funny sight indeed. He has adapted to this place as best he can, and so he is dressed in modern western clothing; it would be silly to wear a uniform that means nothing in a place where it cannot be replaced if something goes wrong. The captain, from a modern age where wearing a sword is illegal, yet nonetheless with an archaic name and an archaic sword at his side, and the sword, entirely ethereal and not entirely there.]
I'm not interested in being chosen by you. [And he disdains the thought that anyone would bow to his family name, because he would rather not be bowed to or respected at all than to be respected for a family that cast him off from the moment he was born. But he does not mean it harshly, either. It is the simple truth--he doesn't need to be chosen by someone to do his duty by them.]
Just as I am not interested in making any choices on your behalf. Do not misunderstand me. My primary concern is seeing a sword in the hands of someone who would use it for poor reasons.
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He never said anything about choosing, and honestly never had any intent to choose a master for this sword--for this person (because person does not mean human, and personhood is not something that is solely the domain of humans...just as monstrosity is not the domain of monsters). He said only that he would judge those who would be his master against Tsurumaru's moral scale, and deem them worthy or not.
The ultimate choosing, he thinks, should still be between the two that will have to work together, as equals, though he will be the first to admit he knows very little of swords that speak.
Sousei crosses his arms behind his back. It is probably a funny sight indeed. He has adapted to this place as best he can, and so he is dressed in modern western clothing; it would be silly to wear a uniform that means nothing in a place where it cannot be replaced if something goes wrong. The captain, from a modern age where wearing a sword is illegal, yet nonetheless with an archaic name and an archaic sword at his side, and the sword, entirely ethereal and not entirely there.]
I'm not interested in being chosen by you. [And he disdains the thought that anyone would bow to his family name, because he would rather not be bowed to or respected at all than to be respected for a family that cast him off from the moment he was born. But he does not mean it harshly, either. It is the simple truth--he doesn't need to be chosen by someone to do his duty by them.]
Just as I am not interested in making any choices on your behalf. Do not misunderstand me. My primary concern is seeing a sword in the hands of someone who would use it for poor reasons.