That's what he'd like to say. Or more accurately, growl and stomp out, hackles raised. He's not in a spectacular mood today, not after another hop between worlds and no sign still of their younger companions. It'd been fortunate enough that him and Fai'd stumbled into each other earlier, but loitering around, sitting on his hands with no idea where in time and space the kids had ended up...
It's a hard wait.
But part of him has faith they'll show up. It'd taken them half a year, but they'd done so before, so if he works and takes care to keep himself and Fai alive—they'd all end up in the same world. It's a foolish thought. It's fate. Senseless hope except not really, because they're all destined on the same path together, tangled up in some set of shared destinies he can't (won't) reject any more.
It's why he doesn't snap when he hears Sakura's voice, because in a way, he'd been expecting to hear it. Instead, his eyes widen, narrow, squint into the dark as he turns to look down at her. Even with the awful lighting, though—something's not right. He could be blind as a bat and realize that much. Kurogane rarely sounds uncertain about much of anything, but his voice is equal parts relief and tension as he steadies her. Her shoulder is smaller in his palm than he remembers it being. ]
...Princess?
[ It's a question to Fai as much as it was to himself and Sakura. Someone tell him he's crazy. ]
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That's what he'd like to say. Or more accurately, growl and stomp out, hackles raised. He's not in a spectacular mood today, not after another hop between worlds and no sign still of their younger companions. It'd been fortunate enough that him and Fai'd stumbled into each other earlier, but loitering around, sitting on his hands with no idea where in time and space the kids had ended up...
It's a hard wait.
But part of him has faith they'll show up. It'd taken them half a year, but they'd done so before, so if he works and takes care to keep himself and Fai alive—they'd all end up in the same world. It's a foolish thought. It's fate. Senseless hope except not really, because they're all destined on the same path together, tangled up in some set of shared destinies he can't (won't) reject any more.
It's why he doesn't snap when he hears Sakura's voice, because in a way, he'd been expecting to hear it. Instead, his eyes widen, narrow, squint into the dark as he turns to look down at her. Even with the awful lighting, though—something's not right. He could be blind as a bat and realize that much. Kurogane rarely sounds uncertain about much of anything, but his voice is equal parts relief and tension as he steadies her. Her shoulder is smaller in his palm than he remembers it being. ]
...Princess?
[ It's a question to Fai as much as it was to himself and Sakura. Someone tell him he's crazy. ]