hewhoisnameless:
[ @projectiling ]
Prior interaction proved to be fruitless, and so the next chosen action was to find a better setting to invest his time with. The weathered chapel took what little interest he had left, if only to take cover and dry himself thanks to the unwelcomed embrace of the merciless island rain. It was already too late to question his sanity levels, or the fact that he has a Demon accompanying him all around. Following the voice of the said Demon however, had him ending up inside the halls of what appears to be a confessional room.
“How many sins are you burning?”
he wasn’t the sort to give in to the pressing weight of his father’s family’s heavy faith. it was ... more than common for mafia families to practice catholicism. they were, after all, italian in descent. it wasn’t a rarity to find a man in a suit carrying a set of rosary beads in the hand opposite his automatic rifle. in the profession he was raised for ... in the profession he supposedly died for, life was something to be praised as much as it was taken. it was no wonder the greatest killers were those who prayed the most to be saved.
he’d never valued his own soul, the tenth ... tsuna had hated that part of him, hadn’t he? his utter disregard for his own life and limb to secure sawada tsunayoshi’s own safety. but it came so second nature, to repay his debt, to save his savior. it was just natural to value the boy who had given to him a life he loved so much ...
that was probably why he was praying, silently pleading to return to that boy’s side. if only.
the question that drew him from his thoughts was simple enough, it was probably the same line of words that had thrown him into a seemingly pregnant pause in the first place. he did not cease in his posture, did not remove his forehead from his folded knuckles, nor did he release the rosary from his tightly-pressed palms. he did not open his eyes, he acknowledged his company with a single phrase.
( just one. )
what was his sin? it was dying. it was leaving tsuna alone. against all the times his boss had pleaded for the storm’s own wellbeing ... he’d betrayed those promises. he was here. that was sin enough.
