What a beautiful thing that is. Hearing Masamune say that makes him so happy, but it's nothing compared to the intense emotion that washes over him when he watches Masamune cast his eyepatch away.
The shield that protects him from judgment, from shame.
But there is nothing to be ashamed of. He must know that.
He trusts Yukimura with this scar and all the pain it represents, and what this means to Yukimura cannot be overstated.
He looks at Masamune head-on. At his slit-pupil dragon's eye, and at the scar where a right eye once was. Yukimura's own eyes are wide and shiny. Everything he's feeling threatens to overwhelm him, and he hardly knows what to do with himself.
Masamune cast away his eyepatch. ]
Masamune...!
[ The words won't come. What can he say that will do justice to the gravity of this?
All at once, he knows what to do. He, too, will speak with his actions.
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What a beautiful thing that is. Hearing Masamune say that makes him so happy, but it's nothing compared to the intense emotion that washes over him when he watches Masamune cast his eyepatch away.
The shield that protects him from judgment, from shame.
But there is nothing to be ashamed of. He must know that.
He trusts Yukimura with this scar and all the pain it represents, and what this means to Yukimura cannot be overstated.
He looks at Masamune head-on. At his slit-pupil dragon's eye, and at the scar where a right eye once was. Yukimura's own eyes are wide and shiny. Everything he's feeling threatens to overwhelm him, and he hardly knows what to do with himself.
Masamune cast away his eyepatch. ]
Masamune...!
[ The words won't come. What can he say that will do justice to the gravity of this?
All at once, he knows what to do. He, too, will speak with his actions.
Yukimura kisses the scar. ]