There's something so visceral about The Blue Eyed Samurai that really resonated with my identity as someone non-binary, aromantic and asexual.
It feels very genuine in its expression of the experience of a purpose outside romance and love, despite how much everyone insists those are the only options.
Allowing their assigned gender to dictate their life experience is just not an option.
A moment, brief and bitter, where Mizu forces themself to play the role they was born into and trying to find their peace in it, even succeeding in those momentary joys.
But as always, those moments are tainted by dissatisfaction, knowing that that life, that future was not made for them. Or rather they were not made for it.
No room for love or romance, no craving for power or money.
In the moments where carnal instincts could take precedence they will turn their head away as many times as it takes.
They will find their peace in nature, in the sound of crashing waves and soft breezes, make physical contact only when it truly matters. Mizu will never waver. They will never look back.
My body will not dictate the life I choose to lead. It will not sway me from my purpose. I see myself in that.
