A moth has appeared! Welcome and thank you!
“You are what you make of yourself, Yoshitsugu. Do not forget that.”
Perhaps, then, even he can be of some use. Yoshitsugu does not think before he acts, for he is tired of contemplating his every move.
To do, without thought, is an oddly liberating sensation. It aches as it should; it reminds him for a mere moment or two that he is still alive.
Mitsunari needn’t shake so hard. He understands now. He has awoken to a simple truth.
A monster who plays at savior becomes a savior, nontheless.