Takasugi's long since grown revolted by promises - requests made with a resigned heart, or pacts sealed on blood.
He neither wants nor needs to hear them, yet Mikazuki's lack of promise is one, within the cracks of their words.
The smile returns to Takasugi's face.
When Mikazuki makes a promise in earnest, it may be with that very body he's inclined to keep. Broken at the feet of whoever he's chosen to give it to - or eaten by the demon he inhabits.
Maybe he'll pledge himself to that white monster, and no one else.]
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Takasugi's long since grown revolted by promises - requests made with a resigned heart, or pacts sealed on blood.
He neither wants nor needs to hear them, yet Mikazuki's lack of promise is one, within the cracks of their words.
The smile returns to Takasugi's face.
When Mikazuki makes a promise in earnest, it may be with that very body he's inclined to keep. Broken at the feet of whoever he's chosen to give it to - or eaten by the demon he inhabits.
Maybe he'll pledge himself to that white monster, and no one else.]
No need.
Break it all you have to.