[and Mo Guanshan wouldn't think for a moment he could break that streak]
[that he could make him want to be something more than a tool, a thing with his own autonomy, his own to command and not be commanded -- to fall heavy and true where it wants and nowhere else]
[accepting Hasebe means, simply, he accepts Heshikiri]
[he doesn't entirely, not with how much blood that blade has drank, but...]
...Okay.
[but it's not like that blood can crawl onto his own hands]
[right?]
[his hands turn up, all the lines of his palms red and white with the pressure his clenched fists had built up, slowly fading as they wait for the weapon to find its place in them rather than reach for it]
no subject
[that he could make him want to be something more than a tool, a thing with his own autonomy, his own to command and not be commanded -- to fall heavy and true where it wants and nowhere else]
[accepting Hasebe means, simply, he accepts Heshikiri]
[he doesn't entirely, not with how much blood that blade has drank, but...]
...Okay.
[but it's not like that blood can crawl onto his own hands]
[right?]
[his hands turn up, all the lines of his palms red and white with the pressure his clenched fists had built up, slowly fading as they wait for the weapon to find its place in them rather than reach for it]