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[He knows how easy it is to shatter this man's defenses. That has been the crux of this entire crusade, his dedication to tearing away the safety blanket that this man has created for himself, the shell that he calls malevolence. The human heart corrupted so easily. But that in itself does not mean it ceases to be human.]

[Matoba assumes that the moment passes, lodging something in them both but not disturbing it, until Rokurou reaches for him and draws him around his waist. Pressed there, his hand is very still, just feeling the sensation of the beating heart beneath.]

[Human. As he surely knows, and feels. Human, but under many, many layers- layers which Rokurou himself built over it.]

Even I cannot wipe that away.

[A quiet admission with a little mirth to it; his smirk curls against the warm of Rokurou's shoulder. Well. He could, perhaps, wipe everything away. That's always been the threat hanging over the daemon's neck. One wrong move from either of them and the blade comes down, mutually.]

[Even if he did, the layers that Rokurou built there didn't seem to be the influence of any other ayakashi; they were a mold that spoiled him from within. Learning to clear that away was something that he must do by himself- but Matoba, stubbornly, would support him.]

[swordhardy]

[ Rokurou hums in response. So there's something even the great Matoba can't do? Yet he knows more than anyone else how deeply saturated his heart is with malevolence. Ah, well. He's never expected to be purified anyway. Being like this, a creature that walks the edge, is something that suits him better. It's not like he would have been a proper exorcist that could stand alongside Matoba in the light. Their worlds, even then, would be too different.

So he sighs and rolls his head back, using Matoba's shoulder as a pillow. ]

I'm in the mood for sakura anmitsu. Let's order some.