[ There's a small pause where he just tugs on a knot, but then Heisuke slowly answers. ]
Yeah. It's like one of them goes crazy and escapes every night now.. [ It's said with less energy than everything he's said before, and the expression on his face is definitely rueful to say the least. Heisuke's probably pretty glad that doing Ibuki's hair means sitting behind him at least a little (although not entirely, given for just how long his hair goes on) so his expression isn't immediately that obvious.
Still, he can't help it - even aside from the grumbling about the lack of sleep like Ibuki may be doing, this stuff just really tugs on Heisuke's heartstrings. The whole matter with the rasetsu, really. Forcing people who've fought by their sides to drink that stuff, only to watch them go crazy and have inevitably hunt them down and kill them when they really lose it.. it's terrible. Even if the alternative for those men would have been sepukku, having to be locked up like this, practically becoming monsters...
It's cruel. It's terrible.
His hands don't stop pulling on Ibuki's hair, probably to distract himself at least a little. ]
I'm getting pretty sick of it.
[ It's pretty obvious that he doesn't mean it in as whiny way, but he's still trying to present it at least a little like that, like it's just about the bother of having to run around all night instead of anything else. He's a warrior, after all, he has to be stronger than that - but even so, he can't help the way his heart feels. ]
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Yeah. It's like one of them goes crazy and escapes every night now.. [ It's said with less energy than everything he's said before, and the expression on his face is definitely rueful to say the least. Heisuke's probably pretty glad that doing Ibuki's hair means sitting behind him at least a little (although not entirely, given for just how long his hair goes on) so his expression isn't immediately that obvious.
Still, he can't help it - even aside from the grumbling about the lack of sleep like Ibuki may be doing, this stuff just really tugs on Heisuke's heartstrings. The whole matter with the rasetsu, really. Forcing people who've fought by their sides to drink that stuff, only to watch them go crazy and have inevitably hunt them down and kill them when they really lose it.. it's terrible. Even if the alternative for those men would have been sepukku, having to be locked up like this, practically becoming monsters...
It's cruel. It's terrible.
His hands don't stop pulling on Ibuki's hair, probably to distract himself at least a little. ]
I'm getting pretty sick of it.
[ It's pretty obvious that he doesn't mean it in as whiny way, but he's still trying to present it at least a little like that, like it's just about the bother of having to run around all night instead of anything else. He's a warrior, after all, he has to be stronger than that - but even so, he can't help the way his heart feels. ]