swordhardy | GP: INBOX

And the mirror? An excellent question. Let us find out.

You think too much.

Hah. Maybe you’ll find yourself coming to me. From what I can tell, I’m your elder. That “golden age” sounds a lot like what I’m familiar with.

Again with the excuses. I might. Does that excite you? The thought of me pleading for you. We've been over this. We are practically classmates, Rangetsu-san. But most here are from strangely different worlds, no? What makes you say that?

Your era sounds very different from mine. By all accounts, everything you talk about as being long gone is what I live back home.

You should respect your ancestors.

My ancestor, huh? Then you admit that your blood is that of an exorcist, through and through.

Definitely not.

My clan did fight daemons, but we didn’t consider ourselves exorcists. My brother is the only one.

Make the distinction all you like. The Matoba, too, were once simply mercenary bowmen. If the only distinction is between the use of magic and the use of weaponry, it isn't much of one.

You’re so stubborn. Do you want me to be an exorcist that badly? Or are you homesick?

I simply think it's a shame that something with as much potential and power as you will be brought down by your own refusal to self-examine. You are wearing your heart on your face, Rangetsu-san. What's done is done, but it isn't an impossible task. You've simply given up. Can you truly be called "strong" like that?

What? I don’t have a heart on my face.

Can’t strength be carving your own path? Or are you so resigned to your assigned one that you can’t imagine anything different?

[he hates you so much]

I'm talking about that disgusting malice that has bubbled up and ruined half your face. The result, no doubt, of corruption borne from a weak heart.