[ ceres is just a mean beast that likes to show people memories... but after he's swept away the largest glass shards, he places them in a small pile on the counter, where no one else will be able to touch them by accident. and then, he's reaching up into one of the cabinets overhead for a first-aid kit, because aside from one or two people in this apartment, none of them can cook... and incur injuries from trying all of the time. hence, a little emergency kit stored above. ]

You said things like... how you wanted to be a samurai.

[ there's an uncertain pause after that, because it's true that he doesn't understand what it's like to want to attain a class above your own. ]

If I have to be honest, I'm not sure what that's like. I told you before, didn't I? That a sword like me wouldn't be able to understand most of your struggles.

[ not because he's just a sword, but because he's a sword for the upper class, the highest echelon of society. it would be rude of him, if not ignorant, to say that he understands the hardships of peasants. or even the middle class, for that matter.

but he'll reach for hijikata's hand then, wiping his cut clean with a damp towel, along with a here, stay still. and after he's finished, he speaks up again, rummaging through the box for gauze at the same time. ]

Did you feel like you were able to become a samurai, though?