[ honestly, blood on his kimono is his least worry! besides, as a samurai that has killed many people before it kind of doesn't phase you anyway?
yet hearing him cry just made Hijikata feel a sudden wave of relief, strangely enough. seeing that pained, angry face earlier with tears stinging at the corners of his eyes- Hijikata just knew. it's always better to get it out with tears rather than fits of rage? he knows this too well.
but now, he'll sit there in silence and hold him- waiting patiently as he gets it all out, listening to him and nodding every so often. there's a small smile - not that Tsurumaru can see - although it was more like a challenging smirk, in a sense. ]
Didn't I already tell you? I can't die. Even if you tried to kill me, I'll probably fight death itself if I have to.
[ though it's strange... for many years so far, he's told himself that he would die for the Shinsengumi. he'd be happy with it too because the Shinsengumi is his entire life. he's always looked ahead, preparing for the worst and knowing as his life as a samurai he's also prepared for a violent death.
well, it looks like he can't just give up and he has to keep pushing forward, huh?
it's the least he can do. meanwhile, he can also wait for any of his comrades to show up too- it might take awhile, he might even feel the same waves of loneliness over and over, but it's just the only thing he can do, right? wait, and wait... clinging onto the last shards of hope.
but that's it. he's just stupidly stubborn, isn't he! even as before, no matter how Tsurumaru tried to talk it into him, Hijikata wasn't even once tempted by death. ]
It takes quite a lot to kill me, really.
So... You don't have to worry, alright? [ he talks in a soft whisper, just so only he can hear it- words that would hopefully reassure and comfort him. there's a pause and he sort of just... rubs Tsurumaru's back here. maybe in a sense when you try to calm down a child (look, he's surprisingly good at dealing with kids... he knows these gestures). ] Let's get out of here so we can take care of that wound of your's, okay.
JUST RELAX!
yet hearing him cry just made Hijikata feel a sudden wave of relief, strangely enough. seeing that pained, angry face earlier with tears stinging at the corners of his eyes- Hijikata just knew. it's always better to get it out with tears rather than fits of rage? he knows this too well.
but now, he'll sit there in silence and hold him- waiting patiently as he gets it all out, listening to him and nodding every so often. there's a small smile - not that Tsurumaru can see - although it was more like a challenging smirk, in a sense. ]
Didn't I already tell you? I can't die. Even if you tried to kill me, I'll probably fight death itself if I have to.
[ though it's strange... for many years so far, he's told himself that he would die for the Shinsengumi. he'd be happy with it too because the Shinsengumi is his entire life. he's always looked ahead, preparing for the worst and knowing as his life as a samurai he's also prepared for a violent death.
well, it looks like he can't just give up and he has to keep pushing forward, huh?
it's the least he can do. meanwhile, he can also wait for any of his comrades to show up too- it might take awhile, he might even feel the same waves of loneliness over and over, but it's just the only thing he can do, right? wait, and wait... clinging onto the last shards of hope.
but that's it. he's just stupidly stubborn, isn't he! even as before, no matter how Tsurumaru tried to talk it into him, Hijikata wasn't even once tempted by death. ]
It takes quite a lot to kill me, really.
So... You don't have to worry, alright? [ he talks in a soft whisper, just so only he can hear it- words that would hopefully reassure and comfort him. there's a pause and he sort of just... rubs Tsurumaru's back here. maybe in a sense when you try to calm down a child (look, he's surprisingly good at dealing with kids... he knows these gestures). ] Let's get out of here so we can take care of that wound of your's, okay.