[An accurate assessment of the situation; Yoshitsugu huffs a brief laugh before putting the amber slice to one side and tapping the fingers of one hand against his lap.]
Some things don't change, Takatora. No matter where you go.
[Yoshitsugu himself certainly doesn't, and there's always crowds of people who go against the flow despite how much harm this can cause them. Yet... he also knows that those kind of people are often the ones he is drawn to.]
[Hopeless. He turns his head to the side a little so he can glance Takatora's way.]
action;
Some things don't change, Takatora. No matter where you go.
[Yoshitsugu himself certainly doesn't, and there's always crowds of people who go against the flow despite how much harm this can cause them. Yet... he also knows that those kind of people are often the ones he is drawn to.]
[Hopeless. He turns his head to the side a little so he can glance Takatora's way.]
And a ghost will always be just that.