[ Katsura says, a sincere tone ringing in his voice. Sakamoto may have disappointed Katsura plenty of times in the past. let's face it— he wasn't proud of him when he ran away into space to leave them— running away from his fears. Back then, Katsura was very disappointed in him for that, but now he understands why Sakamoto would make such a drastic move like that. And from the looks of it, it had turned Sakamoto into a person of success, whereas Katsura was still going along with life— trying to change the world with only a small amount of success. If he can get over this kind of disappointment, he can move on from being disappointed in him missing a funeral even with it being as important as it is. It was not worth losing another friend over.
A part of him was envious of the success and progress Sakamoto had made in comparison, but he didn't live Tatsuma's life— he didn't feel the same that he did, nor did he know the negative aspects of Sakamoto's lifestyle.
But now, with what has happened, this conversation is reminding him that Sakamoto is his precious friend that he met in the war. Out of all four of them, he is all Zura has. When Sakamoto whispers, Katsura slides his hand off of Sakamoto's and he dips his head, hair obscuring part of his embarrassed face. His cheeks flourish a pink color again as he sits there wordlessly for a moment before meekly speaking: ]
How can I not be fond of him? Especially now when he is all I have left. [ Not all he has left as friends, point, blank, period. Katsura still had friends and people he adored but.. out of those special four that the clung so dearly to.
Also, there you have it. He's not pretending anymore with a statement like that. ]
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[ Katsura says, a sincere tone ringing in his voice. Sakamoto may have disappointed Katsura plenty of times in the past. let's face it— he wasn't proud of him when he ran away into space to leave them— running away from his fears. Back then, Katsura was very disappointed in him for that, but now he understands why Sakamoto would make such a drastic move like that. And from the looks of it, it had turned Sakamoto into a person of success, whereas Katsura was still going along with life— trying to change the world with only a small amount of success. If he can get over this kind of disappointment, he can move on from being disappointed in him missing a funeral even with it being as important as it is. It was not worth losing another friend over.
A part of him was envious of the success and progress Sakamoto had made in comparison, but he didn't live Tatsuma's life— he didn't feel the same that he did, nor did he know the negative aspects of Sakamoto's lifestyle.
But now, with what has happened, this conversation is reminding him that Sakamoto is his precious friend that he met in the war. Out of all four of them, he is all Zura has.
When Sakamoto whispers, Katsura slides his hand off of Sakamoto's and he dips his head, hair obscuring part of his embarrassed face. His cheeks flourish a pink color again as he sits there wordlessly for a moment before meekly speaking: ]
How can I not be fond of him? Especially now when he is all I have left.
[ Not all he has left as friends, point, blank, period. Katsura still had friends and people he adored but.. out of those special four that the clung so dearly to.
Also, there you have it. He's not pretending anymore with a statement like that. ]