Thread:YingHe/@comment-38036641-20190629182104/@comment-36159587-20190630051251

 Galaxian hadn't the time to turn around completely before he was surprised. He froze, his attention pulled by the other's eye, so much like his own. In fact, their eyes were the same, in a way. His was brighter, but once again, it was almost like when Kenshin'd first taken off his eyepatch, with his red and black eyes. It was a bit different now, he knew. But the familiarity was piercing, again.

 He once had the thought--as he wondered about his heritage and past, whether or not he had a family before. He'd once thought about it--that if he didn't, and if he ever wanted to become part of one...and even if not, Kenshin had already been like a father figure to him, of a sort, even though he'd never had such a figure.

 But, no father was like Kenshin, either, so he'd taught himself to forget the notion and that it'd ever occurred to him. Now, he was failing at blocking his memories, as he lightly raised his hands and put them on Kenshin's lower forearm.

 He knew that his most recently forgotten memories were easing his mentality. However, he knew they wouldn't stay gone, even if they were by some chance destroyed. Once he could recall something...it might be over for him.

 As the god of loyalty, was he obligated to give more than he would ever receive? After all, Kenshin was finally tr--believing in him. But would it last? Or should he just value it while it lasted, no matter how brief it would be?

 ''Maybe you're just a replacement for Rune. As soon as she and Kenshin are back together, you're less than a scrap of paper. Used paper.'' The thought echoed in his head, making his already-loose grip loosen even more.

 What kind of loyalty god was he, thinking thoughts like that? At least, he believed, if he were to be tossed aside, then better be tossed aside then always think that it was his fault for rejecting his sensei this once.

 Or was even that just an excuse for himself now? He couldn't tell.

 After listening to Kenshin finish, he decided on something. Slowly, but he was set on whatever it was.

 He looked up at his sensei, his eyes intent. "I'm listening."