he was human once upon a time and despite being a terror , despite being proud of his title as the king of curses , a masteful being above all the rest . . . he was still a human once who underwent a hellish situation . his family didn't love him , and unlike megumi , he didn't have a benefactor to run to , he was alone and took it in stride to be alone . for a long time , he didn't need anyone ; he needed to keep himself alive , and his talents began to manifest then . his techniques , but beyond that , his archery talents were second to none , and his intelligence was getting more adept by the day . he taught himself kanji , kana , and art . he adapted to his isolation , and quickly threw others to the wayside . . . he didn't need anyone . people were stupid , people were sentimental , and he just wasn't .
he does seem to perk up slightly at the idea of revisiting hida , his four eyes all shifting to sit on fushiguro megumi's form as he affirmed the next plausible time . so this was happening ? hm , would his home still be there ? would familiar things remain at all ? a part of him hopes , dares to hope , but the other dreads disappointment . he hated people , but his home was his home .
❝ . . . i'll accompany you so you don't get lost . it'd be a sad end . ❞ a simple response , diminishing megumi slightly for the sake of his pride . . . and redirecting the conversation off of himself . usually , he liked the spotlight , but those years were painful , a waking nightmare he didn't take pleasure in the recollection of .