[ ryouma takes a long drink from his glass because he's needs it. ]
When I left Tosa, I never imagined the man he was followin' would ever use him like that. If I had any idea, I woulda asked him t' come with me.
[ despite any attempts not to be obvious, his voice sounds strained when he says it. this is the call he made back then that sealed both their fates. ]
I tried helpin' him find a different job too. I asked him t' guard a very important person and he did! He saved his life! But he ended up goin' back t' that other work anyway...
[ there's really nothing for this. looking back on his own choices — these obvious mistakes in hindsight — he and wishes he could fix it all even though he knows it's impossible. ]
It wasn't his fault. I know it probably sounds real bad, me sayin' that, but the world was a bloody place back then. Izō is far more sensitive than he lets on, so I'm sure he suffered for it. I gave him that sword 'cause I believed in 'im. An' I—... well, he's my best friend. 'Course I care an' want him t' be protected...
[ ryouma's feelings were a complicated mess back then too, but he was too distracted and oblivious about such things at the time to understand that what he was feeling was love.
it was too childish and immature at the time to seem like it, but enough to guide him to decisions like handing over a prized sakamoto family heirloom that had been passed down for generations, because he wanted to give it to izō and no one else. ]
But you're right! Assassins gotta eat too. I wasn't even mad at the ones that came after me back then since they were jus' doin' their jobs.
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[ ryouma takes a long drink from his glass because he's needs it. ]
When I left Tosa, I never imagined the man he was followin' would ever use him like that. If I had any idea, I woulda asked him t' come with me.
[ despite any attempts not to be obvious, his voice sounds strained when he says it. this is the call he made back then that sealed both their fates. ]
I tried helpin' him find a different job too. I asked him t' guard a very important person and he did! He saved his life! But he ended up goin' back t' that other work anyway...
[ there's really nothing for this. looking back on his own choices — these obvious mistakes in hindsight — he and wishes he could fix it all even though he knows it's impossible. ]
It wasn't his fault. I know it probably sounds real bad, me sayin' that, but the world was a bloody place back then. Izō is far more sensitive than he lets on, so I'm sure he suffered for it. I gave him that sword 'cause I believed in 'im. An' I—... well, he's my best friend. 'Course I care an' want him t' be protected...
[ ryouma's feelings were a complicated mess back then too, but he was too distracted and oblivious about such things at the time to understand that what he was feeling was love.
it was too childish and immature at the time to seem like it, but enough to guide him to decisions like handing over a prized sakamoto family heirloom that had been passed down for generations, because he wanted to give it to izō and no one else. ]
But you're right! Assassins gotta eat too. I wasn't even mad at the ones that came after me back then since they were jus' doin' their jobs.