[ Chongyun goes quiet as well, listening to the older man speak while munching on the riceball he had so generously offered.
It's easy to understand how Natori feels; not long ago, the other lost souls were their peers, not yet sorted into clans and in the exact same position. Some had become friends. Some were already friends, people from the same lands and nations. There's also too much they don't know about Tenko-hime or any of the other leaders—right now, they're in the position of pawn on the chessboard. Completely expendable, given the bare minimum information, and put at odds with the same. ]
I see. And what will you do?
[ He looks away from his half-eaten onigiri to gaze at Natori with bright blue eyes. Feelings are one thing, and actions are another. ]
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It's easy to understand how Natori feels; not long ago, the other lost souls were their peers, not yet sorted into clans and in the exact same position. Some had become friends. Some were already friends, people from the same lands and nations. There's also too much they don't know about Tenko-hime or any of the other leaders—right now, they're in the position of pawn on the chessboard. Completely expendable, given the bare minimum information, and put at odds with the same. ]
I see. And what will you do?
[ He looks away from his half-eaten onigiri to gaze at Natori with bright blue eyes. Feelings are one thing, and actions are another. ]