[ for some reason, the gesture feels unnatural — hijikata, in general, is a touchy person, and tsurumaru always likes the warmth that radiates from his hands, reminding him that he's alive and well. but the hand against his face right now is cold, even colder than his own skin.
if anything, it reminds him of the hands of corpses, after their warmth has already faded away; of things that aren't alive. (or things that were never alive to begin with.)
and therefore, out of instinct and self-preservation, he immediately slaps hijikata's hand away, glaring at him with a degree of animosity unusual even for him. while he hasn't come to the specific conclusion of the true reason, he knows that humans that are alive are very warm — it's his confirmation that they're still with him.
so, what is he supposed to make of this... his tone is icy, as he continues. ]
Before you teach me anything, you're going to answer that question.
do you know where we're going? church
if anything, it reminds him of the hands of corpses, after their warmth has already faded away; of things that aren't alive. (or things that were never alive to begin with.)
and therefore, out of instinct and self-preservation, he immediately slaps hijikata's hand away, glaring at him with a degree of animosity unusual even for him. while he hasn't come to the specific conclusion of the true reason, he knows that humans that are alive are very warm — it's his confirmation that they're still with him.
so, what is he supposed to make of this... his tone is icy, as he continues. ]
Before you teach me anything, you're going to answer that question.