[They've been around each other for weeks, but only now is Yasusada noticing how tall Yin Yu actually is. Yasusada's human form is a perfect translation of the length of his blade, just as the rest of them--and he is a standard uchigatana, after all. Humans, or those who follow their rules for creation, are bound to no such things.
It doesn't matter much to Yasusada, so of course he only registers it now, when they're standing as opponents. He shifts his arm unintentionally--a slight wince crossing his face--but he listens to Yin Yu's words, tilting his head slightly.]
You have a master too, then. [Because of course that's what he focuses on. Why would it be anything else?]
[ yasusada, please. for that to be what he got out of that... he huffs a little laugh. ]
I do, yes. [ he's not a sentient sword or anything... but. he and yasusada have a bit more in common than you might initially think. after all, the want and need to be useful... does that not make him a tool to be utilized, too? ]
[Yasusada stares at him for a little while, after that. It's an intense gaze, definitely far too rude for human standards. But for once, it's difficult to tell what he's thinking.]
Are they a good master? [He asks, finally. His voice is--not soft, exactly, but small.] Do you miss them?
[ yeah, it's nothing he's not used to. it's amazing how simple it is to fall into this old routine, and if yin yu looks at all uncomfortable, it's not because of yasusada staring... it's because it's just too familiar.
still, without the baggage attached, it's a little easier to ease it away, and the question he asks takes him a little more off guard. ]
He is, and... [ ... hm... ] ...Our relationship isn't quite like that, really. We aren't that close.
[ (hua cheng, with a knife: i have NO friends only dianxia) ] Do you miss yours, Yasusada?
[I think about how Yasusada would literally just chat with E-ming and I get tired
That's... hm. He knows there are swords like this, who aren't devoted to their former masters (and hell, even amongst the ones who are, Yasusada's fervent admiration is unmatched). It's still a difficult concept for him to grasp.
The question, posed to him in return, makes him tilt his head a little.]
but...well, it's not that he's not devoted. it's...a business relationship, but yin yu would die for hua cheng if he asked in a heartbeat. he did, after all, save his life. to say he respects and wants to serve his master is an understatement.
this isn't about him! thank gods. so. ]
Do you miss one more than the other? [ he asks, instead. okita-kun is a name he's heard before from yasusada, though he hadn't really asked or assumed much beyond it. it's not in his business to pry, but... he seems like he needs to talk. ]
Of course. [There's lots of ways he could explain this, but he isn't sure any of them will make sense to anyone who isn't a sword. So he goes for the easy answer, instead.] Master isn't trapped here like Okita-kun.
[Okita, who'd thought he was walking away from history towards a truly happy ending. Okita, who deserves so much more than the cruel fate of choking on his own blood, utterly alone save for the sword in his hand--whose desperate tears and frantic screams went unseen and unheard.]
We were together, at the castle. Before that, it was... 300 years, I think. Maybe more.
[It's hard to tell the passage of time, when you've nothing but the clouds and the stars and dull, aching loneliness to go by. He's been with the saniwa, in this body, for less than the span of a human year. How could there be any comparison?]
[ rereading this thread is making me scream now thank you ]
That is as long as my lifespan, nearly. [ yin yu says, quietly, his expression softening for yasusada. he must have missed him terribly. ] Your master was in your other game with you...? Were you able to protect him?
[ it's odd to think of hua cheng being here. it just--it doesn't even compute. if hua cheng was here, he would've torn this place apart piece by piece, by now, if it kept him away from taizi dianxia. he was always like that, able to solve problems that were fantastically impossible for anyone else, built out of sheer determination, sometimes out of spite.
yin yu has always been one to recognize his own capabilities. compared to his master, him being here does not so much contribute to solving the problem. ]
It's more than half of mine. [And even at 550 years old, Yasusada's one of the younger swords in the Citadel. The youngest among them, to his knowledge, is one of his closest comrades.
How can he explain how proud he is, to have belonged to some of the last true samurai? He's one of the last swords to have been wielded in true battle; the guns, those cold, soulless weapons, had replaced them all after that. How can he describe the certainty he feels--the fact that he knows, more surely than he knows his own heart, that if Okita hadn't been consumed by his sickness, he would've held his sword with sure, warm hands until the very end?
Were you able to protect him?, Yin Yu asks, and it hurts, though Yin Yu can't possibly know that. But before Yasusada can answer, a memory does it for him, one that Yin Yu gets to experience straight from Yasusada's perspective. The anguish at his master's pain, the regret--and the relief, when Okita agrees (if not in so many words) to end his life himself.
Ah... perhaps he doesn't need to say it out loud, then. He presses his lips together, grip tightening on his sword, and looks down at the snow beneath their feet.]
...Executing me helped him complete one of his objectives. [He says, quietly, when he can speak again.] And all of us were brought back to life, in the castle. We got a happy ending, but it wasn't because of me.
he's silent for a long moment as the memory plays, processing it properly. yasusada...]
...Nevertheless, you truly served him to the very end. [ yin yu says, quietly, reflecting on the memory itself. yasusada did everything in his power for his master.
he wonders, briefly, if that will be the fate that awaits him too. he knows, logically, that if he were to leave this place, if he is to die at home, it will be for hua cheng. he cannot die yet because he has jobs to complete for him, tasks to manage, and... taizi dianxia, to protect. if taizi dianxia needed him to die for him, he would die for him in a heartbeat, with no hesitation.
in the end, yin yu is a replaceable tool, though. it's not about the bond he has with chengzhu. it's about the fact that he is no one; that his honed capabilities are useful to hua cheng, and will be useful to him until his death. so he understands... to a point, but yasusada has been cherished, well loved and well honored, and that is not something that yin yu has ever had. ] That still must have meant the world to you.
[ a beat, and then. ] The same thing happened at the island. To return us to those happier endings is paramount. [ even if he had no close connections like that--well, he had one, and that person still lives, walks among them at the camp, and the idea of something happening to her (again) terrifies him more than he'll ever admit--it is still the same. ] ...There is a long road ahead of us yet, Yasusada. This game that we play will have to be defeated for the good of us all.
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It doesn't matter much to Yasusada, so of course he only registers it now, when they're standing as opponents. He shifts his arm unintentionally--a slight wince crossing his face--but he listens to Yin Yu's words, tilting his head slightly.]
You have a master too, then. [Because of course that's what he focuses on. Why would it be anything else?]
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I do, yes. [ he's not a sentient sword or anything... but. he and yasusada have a bit more in common than you might initially think. after all, the want and need to be useful... does that not make him a tool to be utilized, too? ]
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Are they a good master? [He asks, finally. His voice is--not soft, exactly, but small.] Do you miss them?
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still, without the baggage attached, it's a little easier to ease it away, and the question he asks takes him a little more off guard. ]
He is, and... [ ... hm... ] ...Our relationship isn't quite like that, really. We aren't that close.
[ (hua cheng, with a knife: i have NO friends only dianxia) ] Do you miss yours, Yasusada?
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That's... hm. He knows there are swords like this, who aren't devoted to their former masters (and hell, even amongst the ones who are, Yasusada's fervent admiration is unmatched). It's still a difficult concept for him to grasp.
The question, posed to him in return, makes him tilt his head a little.]
Do you mean Okita-kun? Or the saniwa?
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but...well, it's not that he's not devoted. it's...a business relationship, but yin yu would die for hua cheng if he asked in a heartbeat. he did, after all, save his life. to say he respects and wants to serve his master is an understatement.
this isn't about him! thank gods. so. ]
Do you miss one more than the other? [ he asks, instead. okita-kun is a name he's heard before from yasusada, though he hadn't really asked or assumed much beyond it. it's not in his business to pry, but... he seems like he needs to talk. ]
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[Okita, who'd thought he was walking away from history towards a truly happy ending. Okita, who deserves so much more than the cruel fate of choking on his own blood, utterly alone save for the sword in his hand--whose desperate tears and frantic screams went unseen and unheard.]
We were together, at the castle. Before that, it was... 300 years, I think. Maybe more.
[It's hard to tell the passage of time, when you've nothing but the clouds and the stars and dull, aching loneliness to go by. He's been with the saniwa, in this body, for less than the span of a human year. How could there be any comparison?]
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That is as long as my lifespan, nearly. [ yin yu says, quietly, his expression softening for yasusada. he must have missed him terribly. ] Your master was in your other game with you...? Were you able to protect him?
[ it's odd to think of hua cheng being here. it just--it doesn't even compute. if hua cheng was here, he would've torn this place apart piece by piece, by now, if it kept him away from taizi dianxia. he was always like that, able to solve problems that were fantastically impossible for anyone else, built out of sheer determination, sometimes out of spite.
yin yu has always been one to recognize his own capabilities. compared to his master, him being here does not so much contribute to solving the problem. ]
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It's more than half of mine. [And even at 550 years old, Yasusada's one of the younger swords in the Citadel. The youngest among them, to his knowledge, is one of his closest comrades.
How can he explain how proud he is, to have belonged to some of the last true samurai? He's one of the last swords to have been wielded in true battle; the guns, those cold, soulless weapons, had replaced them all after that. How can he describe the certainty he feels--the fact that he knows, more surely than he knows his own heart, that if Okita hadn't been consumed by his sickness, he would've held his sword with sure, warm hands until the very end?
Were you able to protect him?, Yin Yu asks, and it hurts, though Yin Yu can't possibly know that. But before Yasusada can answer, a memory does it for him, one that Yin Yu gets to experience straight from Yasusada's perspective. The anguish at his master's pain, the regret--and the relief, when Okita agrees (if not in so many words) to end his life himself.
Ah... perhaps he doesn't need to say it out loud, then. He presses his lips together, grip tightening on his sword, and looks down at the snow beneath their feet.]
...Executing me helped him complete one of his objectives. [He says, quietly, when he can speak again.] And all of us were brought back to life, in the castle. We got a happy ending, but it wasn't because of me.
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he's silent for a long moment as the memory plays, processing it properly. yasusada...]
...Nevertheless, you truly served him to the very end. [ yin yu says, quietly, reflecting on the memory itself. yasusada did everything in his power for his master.
he wonders, briefly, if that will be the fate that awaits him too. he knows, logically, that if he were to leave this place, if he is to die at home, it will be for hua cheng. he cannot die yet because he has jobs to complete for him, tasks to manage, and... taizi dianxia, to protect. if taizi dianxia needed him to die for him, he would die for him in a heartbeat, with no hesitation.
in the end, yin yu is a replaceable tool, though. it's not about the bond he has with chengzhu. it's about the fact that he is no one; that his honed capabilities are useful to hua cheng, and will be useful to him until his death. so he understands... to a point, but yasusada has been cherished, well loved and well honored, and that is not something that yin yu has ever had. ] That still must have meant the world to you.
[ a beat, and then. ] The same thing happened at the island. To return us to those happier endings is paramount. [ even if he had no close connections like that--well, he had one, and that person still lives, walks among them at the camp, and the idea of something happening to her (again) terrifies him more than he'll ever admit--it is still the same. ] ...There is a long road ahead of us yet, Yasusada. This game that we play will have to be defeated for the good of us all.