[ The darkness doesn't really help matters much. The Disciple grits his teeth, trying to shake off the growing pain in his head as the attorney speaks. Why did all of that seem to strike some sort of chord in him? Why did his head feel like it was screaming, and his heart was practically ready to burst out of his chest? His eyes stray towards the hilt of the sword, staring at it as if staring at a fixed point would make everything better — or at least make everything stop.
Instead, his gaze is drawn to the red headband tied to the hilt. He stares at it quietly, still, though he looks startled when the attorney shouts out at him. The Disciple draws his breath in sharply at that. ]
Best friend . . .
[ He says the words softly, turning them over carefully like some sort of revelation. Something about it felt so familiar, something that was so close now. His eyes drift back over to the hilt, to the red band, staring for another long moment. And then, he mumbles: ]
. . . aka hachimaki . . .
[ It's quiet, but he still trips over the syllables even as his voice trails off. That headband, that sword— Asougi Genshin's sword—
Genshin.
He lets out a cry of pain, pulling back and clutching at his head with both hands. ]
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Instead, his gaze is drawn to the red headband tied to the hilt. He stares at it quietly, still, though he looks startled when the attorney shouts out at him. The Disciple draws his breath in sharply at that. ]
Best friend . . .
[ He says the words softly, turning them over carefully like some sort of revelation. Something about it felt so familiar, something that was so close now. His eyes drift back over to the hilt, to the red band, staring for another long moment. And then, he mumbles: ]
. . . aka hachimaki . . .
[ It's quiet, but he still trips over the syllables even as his voice trails off. That headband, that sword— Asougi Genshin's sword—
Genshin.
He lets out a cry of pain, pulling back and clutching at his head with both hands. ]