Ah. [Takasugi's fingers rest on the brim of his empty glass, idly stroking the cool surface.]
Why do you fight? [For some, its as simple as a need. Like breathing or sleeping, crossing blades and drawing blood serve as a foundation for warriors and brats alike.
He'd rather hear an answer like that, then something like 'to protect my friends' or 'to repay my saviors'. This place is already saturated in that shit.]
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Why do you fight? [For some, its as simple as a need. Like breathing or sleeping, crossing blades and drawing blood serve as a foundation for warriors and brats alike.
He'd rather hear an answer like that, then something like 'to protect my friends' or 'to repay my saviors'. This place is already saturated in that shit.]