Soujirou wanted to ask Saitou what the point of going out would be. Kyoto was a city of activity, but it seemed sad to do things on his own. He wanted to ask Saitou if he thought it was worse to be alone in a crowd, or alone in his room, but it wasn't like him to seem outwardly unhappy, and such a comment would be a clear indication that he was dwelling on it.
He was caught off guard by Saitou's question about Shishio when he didn't answer. Something of an interrogation then he wondered. Perhaps that had been the reason he'd come here. To gauge the boy. Test him perhaps to see if he deserved the freedom he was offering.
"He raised me." He said as reply. "He never cared for me, or looked after me, but he kept me at his side… Sometimes he would touch my shoulder and say I did well…" he knew Shishio had kept him around because he'd been a formidable weapon. A tool. But he tried to think that maybe Shishio had liked him a bit, more than the others who really were tools to him; like a favorite sword among many perhaps, or if like Hojo and Usui he had just been useful and thus kept close… But part of him knew it didn't really matter. He had chosen Shishio and he had chosen to walk away. Even if Shishio weren't dead he wouldn't have been able to return to him.
Soujirou was smiling again; too happy of a smile to be real, but it flashed to surprise as Saitou dumped the tea onto himself. He stopped and pulled his handkerchief from his sleeve half rising from his spot on the floor to offer it.
"You didn't burn yourself did you?" he asked in alarm.
He was caught off guard by Saitou's question about Shishio when he didn't answer. Something of an interrogation then he wondered. Perhaps that had been the reason he'd come here. To gauge the boy. Test him perhaps to see if he deserved the freedom he was offering.
"He raised me." He said as reply. "He never cared for me, or looked after me, but he kept me at his side… Sometimes he would touch my shoulder and say I did well…" he knew Shishio had kept him around because he'd been a formidable weapon. A tool. But he tried to think that maybe Shishio had liked him a bit, more than the others who really were tools to him; like a favorite sword among many perhaps, or if like Hojo and Usui he had just been useful and thus kept close… But part of him knew it didn't really matter. He had chosen Shishio and he had chosen to walk away. Even if Shishio weren't dead he wouldn't have been able to return to him.
Soujirou was smiling again; too happy of a smile to be real, but it flashed to surprise as Saitou dumped the tea onto himself. He stopped and pulled his handkerchief from his sleeve half rising from his spot on the floor to offer it.
"You didn't burn yourself did you?" he asked in alarm.