@hushedillusion || cont.
“Is that so?”
The question was breathed out in a low sigh, a half-lidded gaze passed over to the Shinigami as he spoke. Was it showing that obviously? A shame, he was hoping there was enough currently coursing through him to keep from needing a second trip; from needing to poison himself for the sake of continuing this life.
No matter. He could play it off, for now.
“I assure you I’m fine. Perhaps, in need of some rest, if nothing else.”
He nods, accepting the answer.
In truth, Ichigo knows Muramasa has looked after himself for quite some time-- is well aware he probably shouldn’t be concerned about it.
The questions isn’t about a lack of confidence. It’s hardly that simple.
Even if Muramasa’s wellbeing weren’t directly related to Tensa’s, Ichigo considers him a friend. And Zanpakuto are symbiotic creatures. It's a testament to Muramasa’s strength that he can exist on his own at all. A testament to internal strength that he would open himself up to that kind of pain again. Ichigo doesn’t want to see him fail.
“I know I’ve said it before, but if it’d help, I wouldn’t mind you hanging out in my inner world for a while.”