Hiro jumps a bit when the gun goes off, but it's in him to run himself through on the wakazashi. He hates himself more than anything else right now. He's so weak! No son more worthless than he. No friend more false. Death would be welcome right now. When the blade lowers, his eyes are full of self-loathing. Again. His useless life continues. When the blade comes up under his chin, he considers slitting his throat on it, then thinks again. He's right. His life is Kensei's to with as it always has been.
"Moichimotsu. I hold nothing, including my own life." He leans just forward enough to have the blade cut into his throat. "When the time comes, dragon, do what you will. However, I may not be 'here'. If you need me, leave a message here. I will get it...eventually."
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Date: 2007-12-05 09:17 am (UTC)"Moichimotsu. I hold nothing, including my own life." He leans just forward enough to have the blade cut into his throat. "When the time comes, dragon, do what you will. However, I may not be 'here'. If you need me, leave a message here. I will get it...eventually."