kinships:
“…”
Izayoi stops walking and looks back at him, unable to say much at first, before sighing quietly. “You are not a copy.” She states. Sure, in realty he was a copy of another sword, but right now… “You’re you. And you have every right to call me by my name.” She knew it was hard for him to accept, she had said it ever since he became her sword. Even if, one day, she got the genuine article, he was still real enough to her.
That’s all that mattered, right?
“If I cared about you being a copy…I would have never chosen you as the first sword I summoned.“
After she says that, she turns and continues to walk, her hand seems to grip onto his more tightly now as if she doesn’t want to let go at all, or to reassure him that she was there with him still.
✿ ;
Silence answers the saniwa as his blue gaze quickly avoids her stare. He’s heard this before, and he’ll definitely hear it again. But still, that nagging frustration swells inside his chest and stays there despite it being unwanted. His position is a unique, a copy being seen as the leader only because he was the first to call their master “Aruji.”
It was laughable.
A tilt of his head is the only reply she gets as he feels her fingers wrap around his more tightly as if to carry out her words. It felt safe but he knows it’s only because his complex had reared its head again. Teeth grit together as his jaw tenses, an apology dying on his lips when his courage fails.
So he simply follows the woman quietly and obediently as a sword should.
