[well - buzen just mirrors the action, going to take a seat on the floor as he thinks about it.]
... no.
[he says, eventually, even as he lets his face rest in his hand.]
Because you're still swinging. One way or another, you're still trying. If it was ever between my master or someone else, I would choose my master. That's part of being a blade, too. Even if we don't hate who we kill, we do love who we protect.
I find that a lot of the time... even in war, humans don't strike because they want to kill their opponent. They mostly just don't want their enemy to kill them. They don't want to be labeled a deserter or a traitor for refusing orders, and then lose their opportunity for food and pay. They don't want to be the one to die.
no subject
... no.
[he says, eventually, even as he lets his face rest in his hand.]
Because you're still swinging. One way or another, you're still trying. If it was ever between my master or someone else, I would choose my master. That's part of being a blade, too. Even if we don't hate who we kill, we do love who we protect.
I find that a lot of the time... even in war, humans don't strike because they want to kill their opponent. They mostly just don't want their enemy to kill them. They don't want to be labeled a deserter or a traitor for refusing orders, and then lose their opportunity for food and pay. They don't want to be the one to die.
How can I hate that...?