“ it doesn’t always have to be you, you know? your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world. ”
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“Ah...” How he wishes he could share that burden. But he can’t... No matter how much he wishes he could, he can’t. The true problem lies in how to explain it to Shuuhei? He knows that his friend won’t like it regardless.
“But it does have to be me. I’m sorry.” Already, his hand is absently touching Wabisuke’s hilt in a thoughtful manner. Not making any moves to draw the blade, of course, so much as seeking to ground himself and perhaps gain some reassurance in the familiar weight as he puzzles over how to explain it.
“It’s... It’s Wabisuke, Hisagi-san. It lies in his power, and in how I am able to use it. He... He doesn’t like it, when I try to share the burden.” It always seems to grow heavier when he tries to share it, so Izuru had given up on that long ago.
He shakes his head then, and avoids eye contact. He hates worrying his friend, but he also supposes that there is no helping it. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m a bit sturdier than you might think.”
