“Ah, well… that’s quite the question isn’t it?” He adjusted his grip on the teacup and held it to his lips contemplatively. The aroma was hardly floral–green and nutty instead, with a hint of butter. After a moment, he took a long sip and looked to the saniwa beside him.
“A part of me wishes to live out my days in peace, enjoying the peculiarities that come with having a human body. Although, I can’t quite say that I enjoy having stiff joints or a weak bladder, you know?” He laughed merrily, but soon tilted his head. “Another part of me wishes that I will not live to see the end of this war. Having tasted these freedoms, it is a little unpleasant to think about having to return to the museum as a piece of art, when the government is perfectly aware that I, too, have feelings and desires.” He sighed and rubbed his cheek. “But, becoming a sword again would really be for the best, I think, whether I wish for it or not.”
...Return to the museum as a piece of art.
To be left in a museum display case, and placed on a horizontal, cold stand for eternity—she looked down at her lap, feeling uneasy.
What he said is true. And when the war is declared to be officially over, this would be the end result as decided by the time government.
Hearing him sigh, she held onto the ends of her sleeves, hands placed on top of each other. She pressed her lips together.
Honestly, she had pegged Mikazuki Munechika to be a private person, so it was a surprise to her that he shared his honest thoughts about what the future held in store for him. She looked up from her lap. Still, she couldn’t find words to say...or rather the right words to say. Comfort was never her strongest skill.
Even so, it would be rude to leave him hanging. She appreciated that he trusted her enough to share his honesty.
"I hope that"—she paused for split second—"when the time comes, you will be able to choose."
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