[ The dragon dies gently and the music fades out awkwardly. With a deft bit of maneuvering, Yato boosts himself up so he can twist and turn to sit on the dragon's head, facing Kashuu. The dragon won't even rock. It's like Yato doesn't weigh very much or something!! ]

Do you feel like it's becoming part of who you are now? Even if you're not swinging your sword around? Like, I dunno, maybe you had some samurai code of honor or something.