[ don't worry i don't even have a list but it's free so who cares
Rin is always happy to see Buzen, and he's about to wave at him with the pig suddenly flies past them, and suddenly he's 12 years-old again (2:15-3:15), standing in front of the cherry blossom tree with Makoto and Haru.
He remembers the tree, still bereft of blossoms that time of year, and his excitement about being able to go to Australia to follow his dream. About being able to swim the relay, just like his dad had.
But he doesn't remember the promise he'd made to Haru to coerce him to get excited about the relay, not until he sees it play out in front of his eyes again, and he's a little embarrassed when the schoolyard disappears around them, looking around. ]
Rin was standing still so he starts when Buzen runs straight into the barrier, darting over to him to make sure he didn't get electrocuted or something.
... Though he quickly opts to be embarrassed instead, rubbing a hand over his face. ]
Yeah, that must've been five years ago now. I was taller than Haru at least...
Uh, yeah. We met again a couple of months ago... We're not in the same school though, so we don't swim together. Haru didn't even start competitive swimming again until a little while ago.
[ Rin doesn't seem to mind, about to make a comment about how Haru would have to train a hundred years to beat him when Buzen sets a hand on his shoulder.
He smiles, a little uncertain. ]
Thanks. [ His problems feel so stupid in comparison to everything else going on. ] It felt like a noose sometimes, but I do wish I could've seen it through.
[ Actually, Buzen is right. Rin had been so used to the idea that they weren't go to make it back that he has to reframe his thinking. It's a possibility now. Not just because of Froggystyle's lead (yikes), but everything Nightingale had revealed.
He rubs his neck before answering. ]
A dream is only inspiring when it feels possible, right? There were a lot of years where it felt impossible, and it made me feel like a failure in a lot of ways.
[he smiles a little bit, a little sheepish but... well, he doesn't want to hide anything from rin]
To be with the rest of the Gou swords, all together. There's a lot of us, you know, but even those named as important artifacts, there's about eight. Right now, six of us are summoned - so we were waiting for the other two before Matsu and I ended up here.
... but even if we go home and the last two are summoned, it won't last forever. When the war is over, and humanity is safe, there won't be a need for us anymore... so some of us will probably go back to the museums they're housed in—while others like me will disappear.
[he flexes his hand experimentally, like trying to reassure himself that at least for now he still has this body.]
But that sort of thing isn't something I get to control.
[oh. hm. he pauses for a moment, apprehensive as he's thinking of something else before he lets the words come out - ]
... because some items, even if they're called treasures, can be lost to history. Buzen Gou is one. When you make it back to Japan—you can visit the others. Matsu, Kuwa, Kotegiri.... but I don't have a blade that's been recovered. Or much history to follow, even though I'm a Gou sword.
So when this mission is done, and I lose this body and heart... I might not really exist anymore. Ah - but don't be sad though! I think as long as someone or something is remembered, they still exist.
[offering up a smile and a solution automatically, because it's the same bandaid that buzen puts on his problems as always to try to manage his feelings about it]
But it's okay! If you want impossible things. You can keep wanting them, and trying to achieve them, no matter what. Otherwise what's a life without wishing and dreaming big?
[ That is not what he expected. He isn't sure what he expected; it's not like any one answer would be better than the others, but sometimes he forgets that Buzen and Matsui aren't really... this. Physical flesh and blood.
It feels obvious, the way Buzen explains it, but he doesn't understand why this has to be the conclusion Buzen's story. ]
Can't whatever power summoned you in the first place... Keep that from happening? They must be pretty strong?
[he looks thoughtful about it. it probably could? but the issue at hand is - ]
... but I don't know if the people above us, the ones who summoned us at all, will agree to that. [there have been enough times where they've decided that swords are disposable, but he thinks that's a little too upsetting to bring up to rin]
The mission is to protect humanity. It's not really about us. We're just the tools to accomplish that goal.
[ He frowns, clearly displeased with that answer. ]
Oh. [ He understands, in the sense that he's seen movies with villains like this, but it still lodges a thorn of irritation in his chest. A feeling that he knows won't have any solutions. ] I just.
I don't think the people who care about you will be satisfied with your memory. [ Then, he hesitates. ] Sorry. I'm don't want to make you feel... bad.
[ah... well, he just smiles faintly at that, fond.]
You don't. If anything... it's nice to hear, that maybe someone will miss me. Or that I'd be wanted as more than a memory.
[buzen is confident in a lot of situations, but confidence is different from having much of an ego. he considers him inherently forgettable, in the way that history has forgotten him.]
So... thanks, Rin.
[also it's late but i realized i never gave you a memshare so take this one spoon it's not paraiso so you don't have to retcon cyoa,,
You’re a traveler, and to these people, that’s all you’ll ever be. You speak with this man who doesn’t need to introduce himself - you know exactly who he is. Ota Dokan, the architect of Edo Castle, which withstood the tests of time and war to remain strong and steadfast into this modern day. You talk to him about all the beautiful things this world has to offer, and feel your heart warm knowing this person exists. He doesn’t ask your name, not that you would give it anyway.
(Not that it would matter. The Buzen Gou is already lost to history.)
You watch him join the men in building his creation, and promise them a grand feast at the end of their labor. It makes laughter spill from your lips before you can even stop it, and when Ame comes to get you, it almost feels too short. You say your farewells, and tuck this serendipitous little meeting into your heart. You hope that you don’t meet again.
Your friend is brought to his knees in a fight—and is just barely saved. Monstrous creatures come to his rescue and set him free. As the fighting dies down, it quickly becomes obvious to you as you step on the scene. On this day, Ota Dokan could survive. He could walk out of this battleground, and build so many more grand sights. He could help so many more people. He could enjoy life.
Your blade ends that dream abruptly. You cannot allow that to happen.
Ame—beloved, darling Ame who you treasure so dearly—tries to take on this responsibility from you. But Ame is different from you. Ame has never raised his blade against the very same humans that you’re sworn to protect. So you laugh it off, you tell him not to think about it, even though your inconvenient heart is beating painfully in your chest. Even though you understand a little bit more, why Tsuru-san said ‘you can’t complete missions like this unless you hate yourself’. Maybe you’re starting to learn to hate yourself. No, you can’t let him feel this. You can’t let any of the others feel this, for as long as you’re able.
You should be the only twisted blade that knows what it’s like to cut down the very same people you adore. You should be the only liar. ]
The memory starts sweet. The kind of thing that Rin would expect from Buzen; a show of friendship, thoughtless kindness that glows bright despite how small it may seem.
But the scene changes quickly. Almost too quickly for him to follow; an attack, creatures, and a greeting barely out of the man's mouth before Buzen's blade sinks into his body without a hint of hesitation. Pain strikes at his chest—not his own—and when the scene disappears back into the concrete of Shibuya around them, Rin's eyes are wide with confusion. ]
it's automatic then - buzen takes a step back, and he brings his hands up to either side of his head and away from his sword. a clear show of non-aggression, because he knows how that memory looks and he doesn't want to scare anyone. he wonders if rin will change his mind from the sentiment he just said. (well, he wouldn't blame him.)
he tries to find the words to explain, but he frowns.]
well he'll let his hands be taken, even if he's a little surprised by it. even now, he's taken off guard when people don't seem to be all that bothered when he demonstrates that he is truly a blade.]
... yeah. I mean - it sounds just like pretty words to justify it but...
Yeah. We're supposed to protect humanity, so if we have to harm them along the way... the reason has to be pretty... big, you know?
[ He doesn't think it's pretty words. He doesn't even think it's right or wrong. Tough decisions don't often come with black and white morality, that is, at least, something he's starting to realize.
He gives Buzen's hands a squeeze before letting go. ]
I'm sorry. It hurt you and... you couldn't show it.
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Rin is always happy to see Buzen, and he's about to wave at him with the pig suddenly flies past them, and suddenly he's 12 years-old again (2:15-3:15), standing in front of the cherry blossom tree with Makoto and Haru.
He remembers the tree, still bereft of blossoms that time of year, and his excitement about being able to go to Australia to follow his dream. About being able to swim the relay, just like his dad had.
But he doesn't remember the promise he'd made to Haru to coerce him to get excited about the relay, not until he sees it play out in front of his eyes again, and he's a little embarrassed when the schoolyard disappears around them, looking around. ]
... What was that?
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buzen runs straight into the barrier because he's so dizzy from the memory, but it's funny this way.] Ow, ow...
[ . . . well, he's laughing.]
Was that you, Rin? When you were small? Ah, sometimes I forget humans can be that small...!
[stupid]
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Rin was standing still so he starts when Buzen runs straight into the barrier, darting over to him to make sure he didn't get electrocuted or something.
... Though he quickly opts to be embarrassed instead, rubbing a hand over his face. ]
Yeah, that must've been five years ago now. I was taller than Haru at least...
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hehe....]
Cute! And then you reunited later in life? Do you swim again together now?
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Uh, yeah. We met again a couple of months ago... We're not in the same school though, so we don't swim together. Haru didn't even start competitive swimming again until a little while ago.
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[is it dangerous to talk this much about haru? buzen thinks about it for a moment before smiling and reaching out to clap a hand on rin's shoulder]
I'm glad. That you've had this dream for so long.
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He smiles, a little uncertain. ]
Thanks. [ His problems feel so stupid in comparison to everything else going on. ] It felt like a noose sometimes, but I do wish I could've seen it through.
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[especially considering how ahead froggystyle is in the lead? but he won't get into the specifics. but.]
... I didn't expect that you'd describe it like a noose though. Did it feel heavy sometimes?
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He rubs his neck before answering. ]
A dream is only inspiring when it feels possible, right? There were a lot of years where it felt impossible, and it made me feel like a failure in a lot of ways.
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I don't think you could ever be a failure.
[first of all. but then he'll pause, thinking about the rest....]
... maybe it's harder for me to understand though, since I'm someone who mostly only wants impossible things.
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But at least now he tries to keep from quitting because of it.
He tilts his head. ]
What do you want?
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To be with the rest of the Gou swords, all together. There's a lot of us, you know, but even those named as important artifacts, there's about eight. Right now, six of us are summoned - so we were waiting for the other two before Matsu and I ended up here.
... but even if we go home and the last two are summoned, it won't last forever. When the war is over, and humanity is safe, there won't be a need for us anymore... so some of us will probably go back to the museums they're housed in—while others like me will disappear.
[he flexes his hand experimentally, like trying to reassure himself that at least for now he still has this body.]
But that sort of thing isn't something I get to control.
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... Why would you disappear?
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... because some items, even if they're called treasures, can be lost to history. Buzen Gou is one. When you make it back to Japan—you can visit the others. Matsu, Kuwa, Kotegiri.... but I don't have a blade that's been recovered. Or much history to follow, even though I'm a Gou sword.
So when this mission is done, and I lose this body and heart... I might not really exist anymore. Ah - but don't be sad though! I think as long as someone or something is remembered, they still exist.
[offering up a smile and a solution automatically, because it's the same bandaid that buzen puts on his problems as always to try to manage his feelings about it]
But it's okay! If you want impossible things. You can keep wanting them, and trying to achieve them, no matter what. Otherwise what's a life without wishing and dreaming big?
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It feels obvious, the way Buzen explains it, but he doesn't understand why this has to be the conclusion Buzen's story. ]
Can't whatever power summoned you in the first place... Keep that from happening? They must be pretty strong?
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[he looks thoughtful about it. it probably could? but the issue at hand is - ]
... but I don't know if the people above us, the ones who summoned us at all, will agree to that. [there have been enough times where they've decided that swords are disposable, but he thinks that's a little too upsetting to bring up to rin]
The mission is to protect humanity. It's not really about us. We're just the tools to accomplish that goal.
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Oh. [ He understands, in the sense that he's seen movies with villains like this, but it still lodges a thorn of irritation in his chest. A feeling that he knows won't have any solutions. ] I just.
I don't think the people who care about you will be satisfied with your memory. [ Then, he hesitates. ] Sorry. I'm don't want to make you feel... bad.
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You don't. If anything... it's nice to hear, that maybe someone will miss me. Or that I'd be wanted as more than a memory.
[buzen is confident in a lot of situations, but confidence is different from having much of an ego. he considers him inherently forgettable, in the way that history has forgotten him.]
So... thanks, Rin.
[also it's late but i realized i never gave you a memshare so take this one spoon it's not paraiso so you don't have to retcon cyoa,,
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The memory starts sweet. The kind of thing that Rin would expect from Buzen; a show of friendship, thoughtless kindness that glows bright despite how small it may seem.
But the scene changes quickly. Almost too quickly for him to follow; an attack, creatures, and a greeting barely out of the man's mouth before Buzen's blade sinks into his body without a hint of hesitation. Pain strikes at his chest—not his own—and when the scene disappears back into the concrete of Shibuya around them, Rin's eyes are wide with confusion. ]
I- why did you...?
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it's automatic then - buzen takes a step back, and he brings his hands up to either side of his head and away from his sword. a clear show of non-aggression, because he knows how that memory looks and he doesn't want to scare anyone. he wonders if rin will change his mind from the sentiment he just said. (well, he wouldn't blame him.)
he tries to find the words to explain, but he frowns.]
... I had to. That was the mission requirement.
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But you didn't want to.
[ That much is obvious. ]
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... of course not. We never want to kill humans.
But... sometimes we have to.
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... For the greater good?
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well he'll let his hands be taken, even if he's a little surprised by it. even now, he's taken off guard when people don't seem to be all that bothered when he demonstrates that he is truly a blade.]
... yeah. I mean - it sounds just like pretty words to justify it but...
Yeah. We're supposed to protect humanity, so if we have to harm them along the way... the reason has to be pretty... big, you know?
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He gives Buzen's hands a squeeze before letting go. ]
I'm sorry. It hurt you and... you couldn't show it.
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