[Of course he was worth saving. Important pieces of history are always worth saving, even when they themselves are useless...
Ah, but that thought would be doing this bright young sword a disservice, wouldn't it? Projecting his own shortcomings on someone else like that would be too cruel, even for him.
He fusses. Mutsu grabs one of his hands, and Souza stops short, lets his other hand fall idly to his side and lets his shoulders relax when he reassures him that everything'll be okay.
Odd, that.]
Ah-... not... by you...
[Not by his scruffy, sooty appearance, not by his presence at all, really, but by memories not forgotten, but put carefully to the back of his mind, rushing back at the smell of smoke and the sight of soot on him. He'd burned - or if not him, then everything around him - and Souza, so long left alone, left to himself, can't quite keep himself from worrying.
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Ah, but that thought would be doing this bright young sword a disservice, wouldn't it? Projecting his own shortcomings on someone else like that would be too cruel, even for him.
He fusses. Mutsu grabs one of his hands, and Souza stops short, lets his other hand fall idly to his side and lets his shoulders relax when he reassures him that everything'll be okay.
Odd, that.]
Ah-... not... by you...
[Not by his scruffy, sooty appearance, not by his presence at all, really, but by memories not forgotten, but put carefully to the back of his mind, rushing back at the smell of smoke and the sight of soot on him. He'd burned - or if not him, then everything around him - and Souza, so long left alone, left to himself, can't quite keep himself from worrying.
He holds on to that hand and doesn't let go.]
I... apologize...