[Hijikata shakes his head, gently brushing off the apology.]
It's fine. You brought him.
[He takes the sheath with both hands, and though they're large, rough hands, scaled on one side and calloused on the other, he's impeccably careful and respectful with them, even very nearly gentle. It's clear that he doesn't even for a moment take the sword in his hands for granted.]
[After all, he isn't really a samurai. He had to work hard to even be allowed the privilege of carrying his swords.]
Was anything left behind from the others? I have Horikawa, but...
[Souji should have his own "copy" of Yamato, but it feels like he'did appreciate knowing if anything else was left behind.]
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It's fine. You brought him.
[He takes the sheath with both hands, and though they're large, rough hands, scaled on one side and calloused on the other, he's impeccably careful and respectful with them, even very nearly gentle. It's clear that he doesn't even for a moment take the sword in his hands for granted.]
[After all, he isn't really a samurai. He had to work hard to even be allowed the privilege of carrying his swords.]
Was anything left behind from the others? I have Horikawa, but...
[Souji should have his own "copy" of Yamato, but it feels like he'did appreciate knowing if anything else was left behind.]