[Rang flinches at the words -- at the thoughts that ring from Buzen's mind to his, and it feels a little like Buzen's cut into him with just a word.
funnily enough, he's thought the same thing. swords who kill humans to protect humans? is that any different from what humanity has always required of them? to put down lives for the sake of some bigger, apparently greater thing? when that thing is what requires killing in the first place?
but he doesn't want buzen to think like this. or buzen to admit that this is a problem he can't solve. he feels so much like a child as he stands here, thinking childish thoughts and reasons and things to say, when finally.]
I want you to.
[maybe it's hypocritical of him to say when just weeks ago he'd held matsui's hand and told him that he didn't have to want at all.
but with buzen. . . .]
Who will remember what you've done, if you didn't exist?
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funnily enough, he's thought the same thing. swords who kill humans to protect humans? is that any different from what humanity has always required of them? to put down lives for the sake of some bigger, apparently greater thing? when that thing is what requires killing in the first place?
but he doesn't want buzen to think like this. or buzen to admit that this is a problem he can't solve. he feels so much like a child as he stands here, thinking childish thoughts and reasons and things to say, when finally.]
I want you to.
[maybe it's hypocritical of him to say when just weeks ago he'd held matsui's hand and told him that he didn't have to want at all.
but with buzen. . . .]
Who will remember what you've done, if you didn't exist?