The last two trees after a typhoon... It was a romantic sort of image, wasn't it? Weathered and battered, and branches broken, but still standing... mm. He didn't think his own life was that noble to fit the picture; even if Minakami had been the one to say it, it felt presumptive to put the both of them side-by-side.
"That's quite a poetic way to put it." He could only imagine what was going through Minakami's mind to make him say it, with that oh-too-familiar smile on his face, always so quiet and sad. He looks up at the false stars, while Minakami looks down. "If you ask me, it's more like inevitability. Or just one particular idiot trying to rewrite that fate."
He takes a few steps, scuffing his shoe against the ground. Maybe it's the stardust in the air making Kawase feel like he has any business speaking to it-- but he looks off, his smile disappearing. "...Well, maybe it's only inevitable for one of us. But I can't think of anyone who wanted you of all people dead. Even the old man never sent that demon after you."
maybe it wouldn't if they didn't suck
"That's quite a poetic way to put it." He could only imagine what was going through Minakami's mind to make him say it, with that oh-too-familiar smile on his face, always so quiet and sad. He looks up at the false stars, while Minakami looks down. "If you ask me, it's more like inevitability. Or just one particular idiot trying to rewrite that fate."
He takes a few steps, scuffing his shoe against the ground. Maybe it's the stardust in the air making Kawase feel like he has any business speaking to it-- but he looks off, his smile disappearing. "...Well, maybe it's only inevitable for one of us. But I can't think of anyone who wanted you of all people dead. Even the old man never sent that demon after you."