( sad, he understands that. grief, that too, he’s not that stupid.why.)
"stay calm, and listen well"
( but guilt? guilt? it’s familiar to the fox, probably been breathing that suffocating emotion for all of her life in with that takeda-shit and i am not touching that old crap, zansa. past is past, fuck off. but what did she had to feel guilty of now? )
and sano listens to megumi talk, never stopping, never faltering. she speaks of how they found out jou-chan is fucking alive.
that kenshin’s already up and about, with his backblade free to wield.
that any moment now, they can get jou-chan back and have their good end, particularly to crack that skull that white-haired bastard using futae no kiwami with every finger he had.
he’s a seasoned gambler, and bets good money that the brat would probably do it [not a chance, kid.], or kenshin won’t. [ vow, before vengeance, after all.] but he’s got no principles to hold on to, nor did he had non-killing oaths to follow. he had 悪 emblazoned loud and clear at his back, and he’s proud of it. it’s the fight that he’d been itching to do ever since he saw that fucking mangled body and how dare he destroy his family -
what’s mine is mine, he clenches his fist. what’s yours is fucking mine.
megumi is silent, looking like preparing for him to explode. he can tell, by the way she crumples her kerchief. probably will use to strangle him when he does anything remotely bird-brained again.
but first…
"thanks, fox" he snorts.
"good." she sighs. "you’re taking this too well."
"and ya don’t." he looks at the odd-looking pots she had on the shelves. his first lesson on the examination room was never try anything even if they smell good, especially when you’re hungry. because most of them would have you in the latrine for a week. "you didn’t know. it’s not your fault.".
"but it was, i should have inspected it more."
"shinomori’s got a better eye with those things." he grins, almost missing the fishbone or a piece of wood on his mouth to make him more feral. "you don’t. you know why?"
"why?" she rolls her eyes, but there’s a hint of a smile. good.
"because you’re too good for people to die on you,"he raises his hand, still wrapped with the words don’t use stark on the white bandages. "you don’t handle the dead. most of the time they live."
sano stands up, and absolutely savors his victory with their banter this time, with the way she looked at him with wide, surprised eyes.
"c’mon, let’s go. i’m hungry."
—- headcanon sanomeg moment during act 235 (jinchuu arc)
from these pages 1 || 2 || 3 || 4
(the convo translations were taken from viz big trans.)
