Watching Kill Bill.
Black and white. Images of pain, tears and blood. And that voice...
"No, Kiddo, I'd like to believe you're aware enough, even now, to know there's nothing sadistic in my actions. Maybe towards those other jokers, but not you. No, Kiddo, this moment, this is me at my most … masochistic."
"I love this bit", he said, simply.
"Gee, I wonder why", answered a sarcastic voice coming from his lap, where Subaru's head rested.
"Oh, my dear Subaru-kun saw right through me!" said the other, in a very dramatic way. His tone grew darker as he carried on "Tell me, Subaru-kun, have I always been this easy to read ?"
The younger man answered, a tinge of pain in his voice : "No".
"I thought so. Will I have a fate similar to Bill's, then ? It would only be fait, after all. A few light touches to my chest, and it's the end of me... Doesn't it sound... tempting, to you ?'
"You know, Seishiro-san, the main difference between me and Beatrix Kiddo, is that I don't have a daughter. If you die, I am all alone."
Oh well. Maybe going on that bridge wasn't such a good idea after all. Watching Kill Bill and cuddling his Subaru-kun for ever suddenly seemed like a better idea. Looks like he would have to change his plans.