He warned Mugen not to snoop through other's things. While he was just as frustrated and curious to know as the other, it was wrong to obtain such information through those means. But then again, he had a very high sense of morality while Mugen completely lacked any. He could have smacked him over the head for not being able to read if he hadn't been so eager to grab it and read for his self. Where the earnestness stemmed from, he couldn't say.
He wasn't sure why he'd expected Mugen to sit quietly beside him as he read through the diary but he'd acquiesced to reading aloud immediately. It would be a rather insightful event, this reading, and would allow them to understand the whole point of this otherwise lacking journey. He had to give the spunky girl credit. Her description was quite accurate of Mugen and he had to consciously keep himself from laughing out loud. But her impressions of his self had given him pause, slightly embarrassed. And while he was offended on some level for the comparison to Mugen, which he'd likewise returned, it was rather amusing to see it through her eyes. He supposed those things could be true.
The next entry seemed almost a complete farce for the amount of content and length it held. The next was Fuu complaining about being a prostitute. Ah, yes, the whole bodyguard business, Sosuke. He remembered the brothel incident and the shock of it clearly. Next came the whole 'artisan' affair. He was just as glad to skip over that one, disturbing as it was. The next few entries revealed only the initial reason for heading to Edo but it left them sour to think it had only been word of mouth that he might be there. However, he was filing everything away, no matter how inane it might seem now.
She did bash them quite a lot throughout her entries, and while he knew Mugen wasn't catching them all, he sometimes wondered if he was. He couldn't help but laugh inwardly at some of the slander she threw Mugen with the way it was worded. Although he really couldn't say the man didn't deserve it…in some cases. The piece about him when they'd been secluded and awaiting Mugen's return had been approached with apprehension and a certain keenness.
The entry pained him enough to make him feel slight guilt but he had trouble opening to anyone. It was a trust issue, always looking ahead for that possible enemy. Anyway, the situation in which they were alone had not been ideal for 'bonding' and he'd strictly kept himself from saying anything that might be regretted should the idiot have returned. Besides, one word and non-verbal answers were the epitome for refraining on commenting or revealing anything until serious thought could be given it…if it even warranted it.
Ah, yes, the samurai killer. Fuu had given her standard 'you promised' speech, her 'good luck' and 'better come back' to Mugen. He'd simply offered a reminder of their own promise, the unfinished and forever interrupted duel. He would be the one to kill him, so he'd thought. He wasn't sure if that would come to pass anymore, even though he was still sure he would be the only – or one of the only – able to kill him. The flint motion had been cute on Fuu's part.
In closing, she had babbled thoughts of wanting to stay together…or so he'd thought until she'd proven how conniving she was with the large 'IDIOT' at the end of her latest entry. She had prepared for just such an event as one or both of them reading her thoughts. Still, he had to wonder how sincere that last statement – and the rest of the journal – had been.
From episode 12.