(Warm rights trump menacing on a frozen death mountain you win this time, Ookurikara.
In comparison, Tsurumaru has a mixed relationship with silence. Sometimes it's nice and puts him at ease and other times, it makes him restless and fills him with a desire to do something to break it. This time, it falls somewhere in between. He doesn't mind the silence so much when he knows it isn't going to last. So he waits, lets himself warm up next to Kara, and finally, when he speaks, he makes sure to listen carefully, to hear his words and feel their weight.
His heart beats hard in his chest, a pang of something twisting at his core. He's a passive spirit, the type that is content to sit back and observe, to follow orders and to just go about his days without want... or at least, without expressing it out loud.
If there was something he wanted
One thing he really desired
It was... p e a c e
He bottles it up. Covers it with more layers. Wraps it up carefully and tucks it away.
After a moment of silence that probably feels longer than it really is, he replies calmly,)
[ how many humans have dreamed of peace? how many take up their swords and spears to wage war for the sake of ending it? and how many spirits have bathed their steel in red, hoping that the day may come that they will no longer be needed at all - that they won't simply be reduced to works of art and replaced with newer, stronger weapons, but that they may not ever hear the sounds of war again?
zhongli isn't the first. neither is ishikirimaru, or nobuyasu, or gohei. when it comes to this simple wish they share, there is nothing unique about them - except, perhaps, the belief of whether it can truly come to be someday. for ookurikara, however, it's hard to imagine believing comes so easily, when it means the end of everything they've known, sword spirit, god, or human. ]
But he seems to believe that they can actually achieve it here.
[ a question goes unasked, one kara can't bring himself to voice again, for fear of allowing himself to hope too much. that's always been the core of why he acts the way he does, isn't it - while tsurumaru escapes that through surprises and tricks and games, ookurikara escapes by pulling away, and never allowing himself to get close at all, lest it slip through his fingers again, as everything he wants always seems to do.
but his heart still wants to know: is a world without war even possible? what will become of them, if it is? does that even matter, in the end?
tsurumaru won't have those answers, but no one else would even hear those questions, so there is no one better to trust them with. ]
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In comparison, Tsurumaru has a mixed relationship with silence. Sometimes it's nice and puts him at ease and other times, it makes him restless and fills him with a desire to do something to break it. This time, it falls somewhere in between. He doesn't mind the silence so much when he knows it isn't going to last. So he waits, lets himself warm up next to Kara, and finally, when he speaks, he makes sure to listen carefully, to hear his words and feel their weight.
His heart beats hard in his chest, a pang of something twisting at his core. He's a passive spirit, the type that is content to sit back and observe, to follow orders and to just go about his days without want... or at least, without expressing it out loud.
If there was something he wanted
One thing he really desired
It was... p e a c e
He bottles it up. Covers it with more layers. Wraps it up carefully and tucks it away.
After a moment of silence that probably feels longer than it really is, he replies calmly,)
He wouldn't be the first.
(And he won't be the last, either.)
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No.
[ how many humans have dreamed of peace? how many take up their swords and spears to wage war for the sake of ending it? and how many spirits have bathed their steel in red, hoping that the day may come that they will no longer be needed at all - that they won't simply be reduced to works of art and replaced with newer, stronger weapons, but that they may not ever hear the sounds of war again?
zhongli isn't the first. neither is ishikirimaru, or nobuyasu, or gohei. when it comes to this simple wish they share, there is nothing unique about them - except, perhaps, the belief of whether it can truly come to be someday. for ookurikara, however, it's hard to imagine believing comes so easily, when it means the end of everything they've known, sword spirit, god, or human. ]
But he seems to believe that they can actually achieve it here.
[ a question goes unasked, one kara can't bring himself to voice again, for fear of allowing himself to hope too much. that's always been the core of why he acts the way he does, isn't it - while tsurumaru escapes that through surprises and tricks and games, ookurikara escapes by pulling away, and never allowing himself to get close at all, lest it slip through his fingers again, as everything he wants always seems to do.
but his heart still wants to know: is a world without war even possible? what will become of them, if it is? does that even matter, in the end?
tsurumaru won't have those answers, but no one else would even hear those questions, so there is no one better to trust them with. ]