[The problem, historically speaking and also speaking in terms of history itself, is that he does. More than anything else, he does. A hand comes up to rest against his chest; a reflexive gesture when he's unsettled or upset.]
I... If I could continue to do that, then I would.
[(cal voice) the problem with the shinsengumi is that they won't give up]
[He doesn't rejoice!! This just upsets him!! Because he knows that in the reality waiting for him outside of whatever the hell this place is, he won't have his wish realized, whether through circumstances beyond his control or the ones that he very much does control.
Maybe that's why he feels like being a little reckless here and now, then. Clementine and Alphinaud aren't here, and if he's the one who's hurt by his own choices, that's fine. He looks at this imposter's face - at all the curves and edges that are Hijikata's, without being his.]
...I would accept, then. If it means being able to protect him...
[There's a beat before Hijikata's non-dominant hand travels the length of a sheath secured against his waist.]
As expected, the human mind is weak.
[His dominant hand reaches across to grasp the hilt of his blade. Even now, his actions lack killing intent—that is, until his eyes narrow and his lips curl into a patronizing smirk.]
The new creation will soon come to fruition. Sit back and wait quietly.
[By voicing his acceptance, Souji has relinquished the freedom of movement. He can only stand still and watch as Hijikata unsheathes the blade before plunging it into his gut and slicing through his abdomen. Racked with pain, his body falls onto the floor. Hijikata towers over him and, with the same expression of smug sadism, drives the point of the blade into Souji's neck.
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I... If I could continue to do that, then I would.
[(cal voice) the problem with the shinsengumi is that they won't give up]
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The Creator's gift will grant you the vanguard. Accept, and you'll once again possess the strength to stop any blade that swings his way.
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Maybe that's why he feels like being a little reckless here and now, then. Clementine and Alphinaud aren't here, and if he's the one who's hurt by his own choices, that's fine. He looks at this imposter's face - at all the curves and edges that are Hijikata's, without being his.]
...I would accept, then. If it means being able to protect him...
[Even just one more time. Even if it's not real.]
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As expected, the human mind is weak.
[His dominant hand reaches across to grasp the hilt of his blade. Even now, his actions lack killing intent—that is, until his eyes narrow and his lips curl into a patronizing smirk.]
The new creation will soon come to fruition. Sit back and wait quietly.
[By voicing his acceptance, Souji has relinquished the freedom of movement. He can only stand still and watch as Hijikata unsheathes the blade before plunging it into his gut and slicing through his abdomen. Racked with pain, his body falls onto the floor. Hijikata towers over him and, with the same expression of smug sadism, drives the point of the blade into Souji's neck.
Okita Souji is dead.
But it is not yet the end.]