[ Kashuu what would be a good reason to dismember a person... But Yato seems satisfied with meeting his Age Kashuu Forward quota for the day and turns to face forward. ]
Have a little faith in me. It's not like I'd set out to dismember anyone for fun.
[Look if they're trying to dismember you first, you gotta BEAT EM TO THE PUNCH.
Anyway, there are a lot of things he could say to that and none are particularly pleasant so for once he decides to bite his tongue. Even Yato's probably had a time of it if he's out there cutting people's hands off and getting arrested...?!]
I know. [He sounds like he means it, at least.] But that's still no good.
[ Yato's head knows that causing people pain is definitely no good, but the part of him that's beyond pinpointing, the part that feels aimless and free from consequence -- even worse, inconsequential -- longs to take matters into his own hands. To do what he can do better than anyone else.
But this isn't a tangent he wants to get into, so he won't argue the point. ]
I won't do it again. Happy?
[ He won't cut off anyone's hands, anyway. Not intentionally? It wasn't what he was looking to do in the first place. ]
You got that sword of yours from Retrospec. You're a swordsman in your memories, aren't you?
[He's not sure how to feel about this?! Hearing "I won't cut off anyone's hands again are you happy about that" is a little jarring even for him, with all of the cutting off of people's hands (and other body parts) that he's been recalling lately.]
Happy enough, I guess.
[His answer is honest without really digging too much into things, in the end. It's not really his place to judge Yato's actions anyway - not when he doesn't know the situation. And it's not like the guy actually killed a man...
(It's a little alarming to him though, how fast thoughts like that have started coming to him lately.)]
—I think I am. [...] Something like that, anyway. Why?
[ 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.
[FANCY THAT HUH teach him your dieting secrets Yato--
But that's a loaded thing to say in quite a few ways, and he's never really been comfortable with conversations that take turns like this. From ridiculous to serious, like they aren't both sitting on a sad little dragon with flaking paint in front of a grocery store full of people who don't even notice that Yato's the only person in the area with blue eyes.
What even is his life.]
Not really. [But that's an active choice, a conscious decision, and his talent for running away from things he doesn't want to deal with.] That guy was that guy and I'm me. I don't go running around fighting battles now, so those feelings don't apply, y'know?
[It's much more clear-cut when it's explained like that. Not at all like the mess of memories and emotions that it actually is.]
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Have a little faith in me. It's not like I'd set out to dismember anyone for fun.
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Anyway, there are a lot of things he could say to that and none are particularly pleasant so for once he decides to bite his tongue. Even Yato's probably had a time of it if he's out there cutting people's hands off and getting arrested...?!]
I know. [He sounds like he means it, at least.] But that's still no good.
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But this isn't a tangent he wants to get into, so he won't argue the point. ]
I won't do it again. Happy?
[ He won't cut off anyone's hands, anyway. Not intentionally? It wasn't what he was looking to do in the first place. ]
You got that sword of yours from Retrospec. You're a swordsman in your memories, aren't you?
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Happy enough, I guess.
[His answer is honest without really digging too much into things, in the end. It's not really his place to judge Yato's actions anyway - not when he doesn't know the situation. And it's not like the guy actually killed a man...
(It's a little alarming to him though, how fast thoughts like that have started coming to him lately.)]
—I think I am. [...] Something like that, anyway. Why?
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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.
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But that's a loaded thing to say in quite a few ways, and he's never really been comfortable with conversations that take turns like this. From ridiculous to serious, like they aren't both sitting on a sad little dragon with flaking paint in front of a grocery store full of people who don't even notice that Yato's the only person in the area with blue eyes.
What even is his life.]
Not really. [But that's an active choice, a conscious decision, and his talent for running away from things he doesn't want to deal with.] That guy was that guy and I'm me. I don't go running around fighting battles now, so those feelings don't apply, y'know?
[It's much more clear-cut when it's explained like that. Not at all like the mess of memories and emotions that it actually is.]
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Sounds nice...
[ He swivels and hops off the dragon. And now that his job is done, he'll start to wander away. ]
See you later, Michelin Star.