[X] Plan Backstory + Stop Dumping INT
You sigh, "...I honestly wish I could tell you. I mean, there were tons of little differences between our experiences besides just you and I, like Raido's lack of a scar, the circumstances around Mom's death, and..." You trail off, "...I can't understand what you're going through because--?"
"I wouldn't want you to." Yuki interrupts, his voice suddenly much calmer, "You don't deserve that."
"No one does." You agree, "But, that aside, I don't think your emotions are a weakness."
Yuki scoffs, "Tell that to my Raido."
You let that sit in the air for a moment while you figure out how exactly how you want to say what you want to say. Eventually, the words fall right onto your lap.
"You're not the only one who trained ever since you could hold a sword." You smile at the bush, "But it wasn't because of honor or pride or anything like that."
"It certainly wasn't to fight demons." Yuki half jokes.
"No, nothing supernatural." You chuckle a little, "I just... Saw how much losing Mom back then tortured Dad. I felt how much losing her back then hurt." Your face stiffens, "So I decided to fight so I'd never lose anything again. I started with little reasons to fight, like bullies and vandals behind the school, but after a while, I targeted the serious threats, like the Kuma Pack and their dealers. I saved some, taught a few, and crushed everyone else without mercy."
You can tell that Yuki had a snide comment to make, but he refrained from vocalizing it.
"I remember a lot for those days." You stare at the pond, watching the water ripple as the wind blows, "I remember every time I broke a man's bone, every time I managed to draw blood, every time someone screamed for mercy under my vicious assault. I fought, and I fought, and I fought for what felt like a lifetime until Shoji saw what I was through the violence and pulled me back. And that's the life I lived before Witches and Demons."
The air was still for a moment before Yuki responded with a simple "...Oh."
"...Yeah." You nod.
"I guess..." Yuki begins, "...We're both our own kind of fucked up, huh?"
"I guess so." A melancholic smile graces your lips.
"At least you had a reason to get stronger, though." Yuki says with a sigh, "The only reason I had was because it was all I knew. I just needed to get stronger. That way, no one could ever take anything from me ever again." He chuckles, and doesn't even try to stifle it, "The more things change, the more they stay the same, eh?"
"We probably get it from Mom's side." You offer a little levity.
"No doubt about that." Yuki responds, sounding a little more lively than before.
You close your eyes, going over the words in your head before you speak them, "You know, you've got a lot more experience in formal combat than I do, but you kinda stink at reading people. Like, worse than me."
"I can read people's attacks fine." He jabs back.
"Not attacks, not in a fight. I'm talking about..." You sigh, reorganizing your point, "You need to watch your enemies, yeah, but you also need to be cognizant of your allies. You know, what type of person they are, their motivations, their habits... Stuff like that. Once you recognize that, you'll be able to see when there's a shift in their behavior. That's when you gotta figure out what's going on, or what problem is weighing on them. Fix it, and that bond is solidified even more. If not..."
"...You get stabbed in the back." Yuki finishes, "I get the memo."
You nod even though he can't see you. Then, you just sit with him for a little while.
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