[x] Remain silent.
For a moment you open your mouth to say something, anything that might help in this situation. This Ronin, this duplicate of Moto Shinichiro, aided all of you in the fight against his corrupted counterpart. He took a blow that might have crippled Asako Akio, and thus drastically hindered the victory you managed to achieve. And in doin this, he had to know that his own allies would turn against him when the battle ended.
You could say something, but you do not. Though it seems unjust that a man who has acted so honorably to suffer, the Ronin Shinichiro himself spoke of the shame his past sins leave upon him. What he did as a soldier in the original Moto Shinichiro's army was no doubt terrible, laying waste to the north before Rokugan could band together again to stop him. So many lives lost, so much trust betrayed… Compared to that bloodshed, could even his actions here ever hope to balance the scales?
Shinichiro is stripped of his heavy armor and his weapon taken before being bound by strong ropes. Four of the surviving mounted Ronin, covered in blood, watch on as their leader is trussed up like a criminal. Their expressions are stoic, each revealing just the barest edges of a grimace upon their lips. They make no move to intervene, just standing by atop their steeds.
They must have known this was going to happen.
You all march back toward the east, where soon enough you see the rest of the army. All of the Bushi are bloodied, and several of the more grievously injured are being treated by what Shugenja remain. At a quick glance, it seems only a little over half of the army made it through the conflict alive, and already there are pyres being made to cremate the dead.
The army marched with over three hundred armed and at the ready, easily outnumbering even the secret reserves that the Shadowtouched Moto Shinichiro could bring to bear. And yet, even with that advantage so many have fallen. You know from hard won experience that those touched by dark powers are terrible foes, but even to someone as seasoned as yourself the sheer damage inflicted sends a sliver of ice through your guts.
Kitsuki Ryojiro himself is sitting beneath a hastily set up command tent with his Chui, Mirumoto Hideki. Both are wounded, dried blood coating their armor, but are being seen to by both Shugenja who treat them both with magic and mundane healing arts. Neither miss your group as you approach, and their eyes immediately lock on the prisoner being led by the Monks and surrounded by the drawn swords of the Mirumoto.
"Ah, good," Kitsuki Ryojiro says you all come close, his tone betraying no emotion. His eyes, however, are stormy like they were that day back in his office. "You have captured this despicable monster. Hideki-san, please cut off his head and let us be done with this terrible affair."
"Kitsuki-san, please forgive me but I must protest!" Asako Akio says, stepping in between Mirumoto Hideki and Moto Shinichiro as the Chui draws his sword. "This is not the same Shinichiro that has been plaguing your lands or corrupted by dark powers!"
"Then we are doubly blessed this day," Kitsuki Ryojiro says, his brow furrowing even as his lips draw into a tight line. "To see the Great Traitor slain twice in as many hours. Would you not say so, Asako-sama?"
"I would not," the Shugenja replies, his gaze smoldering with both metaphorical and literal heat. A haze forms around him like that of a forge fire, and you feel the temperature rise. "This man helped us against his vile duplicate, even knowing the risk to himself, and deserves better treatment than this! Without him, I am not sure we would have achieved victory this day!"
"Akio," Shinichiro says softly, moving forward as much as he can before two monks slam their hands down on his shoulders to keep him still. He doesn't seem disturbed despite the rough treatment, however. "Stand aside. There's no need for you to do this."
"There is every need to do this," Akio responds. "You are innocent of the crimes of the first Moto Shinichiro, and innocent of what this Shadowtouched abomination has done! There's no reason-"
"No, Akio," Shinichiro interrupts. "I hold all the same memories as the first Moto Shinichiro, hold all of his life before the point of my creation and was party to the war he caused. Everything that I am is based from that point."
"But that doesn't have to mean…" Akio begins, trailing off as Shinichiro gives him a smile.
"If I am Shinichiro, bearing responsibility for my actions and memories, then we are friends. If I am not, then we are strangers who have met for the first time," he continues, his smile widening such that wrinkles form under his eyes. "And I would much rather be your friend, Akio."
Asako Akio opens his mouth, then closes it shut. With a shudder the Elemental Master looks away, hiding his outpouring of emotion. The heat dies around him, and the chill of the north pushes away the temporary warmth that the Shugenja brought to bear in his indignation. As his shoulders slump, you can't help but feel pity for this tired, drained man. He has suffered through so much today, both physically and emotionally, and it seems he has yet more to endure before everything is finished.
You close your eyes briefly as Shasa's smiling face invades your thoughts, and you hold back a shudder as the scent of blood makes its way past your nose. It could just be from the wounded… But you know it is not. And in that moment, you can empathize with Asako Akio's pain completely.
"If you are all quite finished," Kitsuki Ryojiro says, his voice as quiet as steel being drawn from a sheath. "I will see justice done for both my people and all of Rokugan."
"Kitsuki-sama, I know that for the crimes done to your people in the past there can be no forgiveness for myself," Shinichiro says, bowing as best he can while bound. "However, I humbly beseech you grant me the honor of seppuku that I might cleanse myself of the shame I have incurred. Let the spilling of my blood wash away at least some of the evil that has been done, and maybe pave the way to a better future for all of us."
Kitsuki Ryojiro does not immediately reply to this, instead staring at Shinichiro with eyes that could bore through stone. The storm rages there, just as it had before when he was angry, but it seems tightly controlled. How that storm breaks will determine what is to happen next, but at the very least he has not denied Shinichiro's request out of hand.
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