[Being locked in the depths of scholarship could drive a man mad, to be sure. To choose to barricade oneself there, then, must be a mark of true insanity.
Not that they're much better; their depravity is simply a different sort. The kind who embroil themselves in conflict where there's no answer for death but death in return.
Takasugi runs his finger over the page marker, tracing intricate pattern with a calloused skin. He can barely feel the finery - the contents it adorns are equally as dull. He plucks the gold from the page, and slides it into his yukata.]
Finished?
[He heard the clink of something heavier in the drawer, and will pause long enough in his exit to give Mikazuki a chance to grab it if he so chooses.]
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[Being locked in the depths of scholarship could drive a man mad, to be sure. To choose to barricade oneself there, then, must be a mark of true insanity.
Not that they're much better; their depravity is simply a different sort. The kind who embroil themselves in conflict where there's no answer for death but death in return.
Takasugi runs his finger over the page marker, tracing intricate pattern with a calloused skin. He can barely feel the finery - the contents it adorns are equally as dull. He plucks the gold from the page, and slides it into his yukata.]
Finished?
[He heard the clink of something heavier in the drawer, and will pause long enough in his exit to give Mikazuki a chance to grab it if he so chooses.]