night six - kill log.

[foxhounds]

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. ]

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[x_over]

[ Ha, the irony of bleeding out.

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. ]

[liberalarts]

[ Kasen readies his sword automatically once Kamui falls, since he's ready to continue the fight if the wound hadn't quite struck deeply enough. Through his purple curls, his eyes are wild and bloodthirsty, since he's always fierce in battle, and it's only as Kamui doesn't really move at all that the ferocity starts to ebb away.

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. ]