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night six - kill log.
Who: Killers and Kamui
When: The sixth night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island
[ It's the dead of night in the jungle. Considering the Hunt, you have to wonder if you're actually safe out here, but it at least seems quiet. Maybe you could try getting some rest, or maybe you should keep watch. Either way, that quiet may not seem very comforting. ]
When: The sixth night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island
[ It's the dead of night in the jungle. Considering the Hunt, you have to wonder if you're actually safe out here, but it at least seems quiet. Maybe you could try getting some rest, or maybe you should keep watch. Either way, that quiet may not seem very comforting. ]
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[ He shrugs ]
Hijikata, as it would happe. All things considered, I think it would be best for me to explain my reasoning.
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... he was a Rainsford.
Was. If Kasen has said anything else after that line, Kamui's already stopped listening. ]
Did you kill him.
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[ Kasen seems genuinely surprised and a little offended that Kamui would suggest it. But after a moment's thought, he picks up on why Kamui would ask, and he waves a hand dismissively. ]
Ah, dear, you're thinking because I said was, aren't you? Goodness, that's a close reading even for a sword of the liberal arts! Pardon my slip of the tongue. I'm speaking a bit too floridly, I suppose.
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[ Ah - still, he's wary now and even more reluctant to come down. ]
Were you. So...? Why do you want to lynch Hijikata?
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...Can you come down, please? Talking up into branches in incredibly undignified.
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[ He can sit there and wait forever, Kasen. ]
The stars are clearer up here.
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[ Kasen bows his head with a sigh an a shake of his head. ]
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[ Tch, he's fast - but Kamui has fought Fuuma, who is faster, and he's killed dozens. He's used to the danger, the violence. He knows what it feels like to be the hunter and the hunted.
The split second danger becomes apparent, Kamui's already dropping down from the tree. Too slow - of course, too slow, he's not as fast here as he usually is - and the sword misses his neck but cuts him deeply in the cheek.
He dances back a couple of steps, flexing his fingers. He doesn't have his powers. He doesn't have any weapons. He's not as strong as he should be - he's weak here. This doesn't look good, and though his expression is still fierce, realization of an inevitable end is slowing dawning. ]
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It's so that he can run, because as soon as he's reoriented on the ground, he's charging forward, and that sword is held to stab. He'll either run Kamui through or turn his blade to slash in an arc across his chest. ]
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Fuuma, Urashima... he needs to - Subaru, Subaru, he's sorry.
He braces himself, and at the last second, moves into the sword, impaling himself - and, this close, with a burst of strength and adrenaline, reaches out to slash hard at Kasen's left cheek with his nails. Just two lines, it's enough to draw blood. But already he can't tell how much, and how deep. Not very, but it's done. Good. ]
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So when there's the satisfying feeling of his sword making contact and then pushing through, Kasen doesn't even flinch when fingernails dig into his face. He winces, but still storms forward, pushing, and then yanking to the side so that his sword cuts wider. It's a fatal injury. There's no doubt about it.
But before Kamui can do anything more, Kasen's foot comes up, and he kicks Kamui off his blade as he also yanks it back. He'll bleed out on the ground, most likely, but Kasen may end it more quickly than that.
He had for Tsurumaru, after all. ]
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Kamui lays there and lets the numbing cold wash over him. Soon it'll be too hard for him see, but still, he wants to watch for Subaru while he can. He doesn't look at Kasen; the sword doesn't matter anymore. And pain means nothing to him now. His eyes remain steadily focused on the shining lights peeking through the leaves. Somewhere up there, one of the stars is Subaru. And somewhere down here, Fuuma is safe for another night. And Urashima... He would - ]
He... he would - still... forgive you...
[ So don't hurt him. Forgive him, too, Urashima. Fuuma. Subaru... Fuuma...
Fuuma.
Ah... he does regret some things after all. But if those three are safe, if only for another night, then he can die without the weight of their lives on his hands. After all, he won't know tomorrow. ]
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Though of course, it goes quite a bit faster when he hears those words murmured out.
He looks down at Kamui coldly for a moment, but the expression shifts to something else that's hard to read. His face may be difficult to read, but the tone carries the meaning clearly enough. It's regret. ]
...He would, wouldn't he?
[ He doesn't need to ask for clarification. There's no one else it could be, because Kasen was alone on this island now. He was bearing the burden of a certainty of corruption for the simple hope that his comrades might make it home at all. His gaze turns to his blade dripping with blood, and it's far to easy to imagine the sort of ethereal haze of a corrupt spirit drifting off instead of blood.
Eventually, it would be. But for now—
He steps forward to meet Kamui, and he turns his blade in his hands so that the point hovers over Kamui's heart. He looks down at him impassively, and that regret is gone from his voice as well. ]
I'll at least help you go peacefully.
[ It's the least he can do, he thinks. But there's no more said than that, since Kasen brings the point down with his weight behind it, and it stabs into Kamui's heart to finish him off. ]