[ He gives a very small nod at the name "Tenkai." Beneath the mask, his mouth is open with drool pouring out. It wets the area between mask and chin. He giggles a little. His hand reaches to lightly touch the mask, adjusting it so that it fits more firmly against his face. ]
I'm taking a break. [ Mitsuhide repeats. ] Warm hot bubble bath in the name of this other face. [ A light pat against Shootie's face while he waves his hand over his own. His voice remains calm, slow, careful. ] I was getting too upset. But you're worried that you hurt me?
[ His eyes slide away as he tilts his head slightly, mulling over the question. Beneath the mask, there is soft giggling heard in the span of that silence. ] No, you didn't hurt me. I didn't consider it a betrayal. You're a good person. You don't want people to suffer, and you don't want me to suffer. That is more kindness than what I deserve.
[ Something he told Clarence, too. Worrying that he would die, worrying how he would die, that is far more kindness than what he deserves in this world or any world. ] No, it doesn't make you a bad friend or evil. It makes you normal. No one can handle me right now save for Lord Nobunaga. He would probably beat me until I could not walk and leave until all the rage would be burned out of my broken body.
[ He ruffles Shootie's hair. His eyes sliding to notice the feathers that are falling off of him. Mitsuhide feels his eyes soften at the sight while his mouth sharpens into a smile. His voice continues to comfort. ] I'm sorry I caused you such panic. You should not accept this from me. [ A sigh. ] I did not think I would see this side of myself in a long time. Such a long time.
And this is not your burden to bear, you understand? Yes? These are my actions and my words... they do not reflect upon you and if someone says they do, they are wrong. Very wrong. Most wrong, even. [ His voice spikes in pitch as a burst of laughter comes out. He lifts his hand to once more adjust the mask. ] Mmn, mmn, indeed. Indeed.
it's a nice dream
I'm taking a break. [ Mitsuhide repeats. ] Warm hot bubble bath in the name of this other face. [ A light pat against Shootie's face while he waves his hand over his own. His voice remains calm, slow, careful. ] I was getting too upset. But you're worried that you hurt me?
[ His eyes slide away as he tilts his head slightly, mulling over the question. Beneath the mask, there is soft giggling heard in the span of that silence. ] No, you didn't hurt me. I didn't consider it a betrayal. You're a good person. You don't want people to suffer, and you don't want me to suffer. That is more kindness than what I deserve.
[ Something he told Clarence, too. Worrying that he would die, worrying how he would die, that is far more kindness than what he deserves in this world or any world. ] No, it doesn't make you a bad friend or evil. It makes you normal. No one can handle me right now save for Lord Nobunaga. He would probably beat me until I could not walk and leave until all the rage would be burned out of my broken body.
[ He ruffles Shootie's hair. His eyes sliding to notice the feathers that are falling off of him. Mitsuhide feels his eyes soften at the sight while his mouth sharpens into a smile. His voice continues to comfort. ] I'm sorry I caused you such panic. You should not accept this from me. [ A sigh. ] I did not think I would see this side of myself in a long time. Such a long time.
And this is not your burden to bear, you understand? Yes? These are my actions and my words... they do not reflect upon you and if someone says they do, they are wrong. Very wrong. Most wrong, even. [ His voice spikes in pitch as a burst of laughter comes out. He lifts his hand to once more adjust the mask. ] Mmn, mmn, indeed. Indeed.