[For what it's worth, Takasugi would have believed a dismissive 'no'. He'd offered about as much, himself - and he firmly trusts his own answer.
Which doesn't mean it's true.
Takasugi's smirk eases. In the dim light, there's no discerning between drunken placation and a hint of fondness. He certainly doesn't bother to think why his next breath comes more easily.
Only that it does. His comrades - old and current - can take care of themselves too.] Without anyone to worry about, there's nothing left but yourself.
[An aimless venture.] What are you hoping to accomplish with your second chance?
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Which doesn't mean it's true.
Takasugi's smirk eases. In the dim light, there's no discerning between drunken placation and a hint of fondness. He certainly doesn't bother to think why his next breath comes more easily.
Only that it does. His comrades - old and current - can take care of themselves too.] Without anyone to worry about, there's nothing left but yourself.
[An aimless venture.] What are you hoping to accomplish with your second chance?