It feels as though it's in his right hand, and he is reminded of something he can never hold again. A blade that glints beautifully in the sunlight, a deceptively pretty thing, beautiful until it pierces human skin. Sakamoto tries not to think about it, but the noises perturb him anyway. The cracking of bones, the fountain of red that pours from an artery dousing the ground as if it were a shoddy canvas... To watch a man's eyes as his soul leaves his body is the same as seeing a car crash: it is all very horrible, but fascinating.
Sakamoto had felt sick many times before, wielding that dangerous thing, so perhaps it's better that he can't. Then why, why, does he miss it? Fighting wasn't even a thing Sakamoto loved. How sad will Zura feel now? This is but a mere smidgeon of what the other man must be experiencing right now.]
I'm sorry.
[The pain spreads to the merchants chest. His heart, his heart is hurting now.]
I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't let you go. People talk shit about ya, say you're a coward n' all- But we both know who the real coward is.
[In a hushed tone:]
I didn't want to live in a world without you, Zura. Don't you wanna live? To see Japan grow, become beautiful again.
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It feels as though it's in his right hand, and he is reminded of something he can never hold again. A blade that glints beautifully in the sunlight, a deceptively pretty thing, beautiful until it pierces human skin. Sakamoto tries not to think about it, but the noises perturb him anyway. The cracking of bones, the fountain of red that pours from an artery dousing the ground as if it were a shoddy canvas... To watch a man's eyes as his soul leaves his body is the same as seeing a car crash: it is all very horrible, but fascinating.
Sakamoto had felt sick many times before, wielding that dangerous thing, so perhaps it's better that he can't. Then why, why, does he miss it? Fighting wasn't even a thing Sakamoto loved. How sad will Zura feel now? This is but a mere smidgeon of what the other man must be experiencing right now.]
I'm sorry.
[The pain spreads to the merchants chest. His heart, his heart is hurting now.]
I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't let you go. People talk shit about ya, say you're a coward n' all- But we both know who the real coward is.
[In a hushed tone:]
I didn't want to live in a world without you, Zura. Don't you wanna live? To see Japan grow, become beautiful again.
War has damaged it so much.