[Dangerously, he makes Hasebe question things. What, he wonders, would it be like to want more than just being a tool? He doesn't reach the point of wanting, but the fact that this young man has created a curiosity within him, an exploration of his own thought process, is kind of astounding.
His life has been so very short. Only a couple of years...]
I wondered what it would be like to be in the hands of someone I would never have to consider my master. Who would never see me as a tool.
[With a soft smile, he shifts the sword, sheath and all, into waiting hands. He'll lower the weight carefully, keeping his own hands close in case there's some kind of unfavorable reaction.]
You honor me, Mo Guanshan.
[Hasebe is truly, absolutely, rather uselessly happy. Though sensation is dulled through the sheath, he feels a strange lightness that makes him positively giddy.]
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His life has been so very short. Only a couple of years...]
I wondered what it would be like to be in the hands of someone I would never have to consider my master. Who would never see me as a tool.
[With a soft smile, he shifts the sword, sheath and all, into waiting hands. He'll lower the weight carefully, keeping his own hands close in case there's some kind of unfavorable reaction.]
You honor me, Mo Guanshan.
[Hasebe is truly, absolutely, rather uselessly happy. Though sensation is dulled through the sheath, he feels a strange lightness that makes him positively giddy.]