[In his short life, Matoba Seiji has encountered many ayakashi, from those who had lived for decades, to those who had lived for thousands of years. To them, he is but a grain of sand; a blink of an eye. And that was what was so infuriating about them. After hundreds of years all of the scenery, all of the life in the world blend together as one; unremarkable, unchanging.]
[That was what separated humans and ayakashi, and why they could never understand one another: knowing what it was to be alive, to be born and to die. A lifetime of experiences, living vibrantly, and dying vibrantly.]
[Indignant fury builds in Rokurou's throat, in how it reddens attractively. The gold of his eye seems watery. Matoba's demeanor has changed completely from the standoffish prickliness of an exorcist regarding prey; now, he is simply teasing a fellow.]
Yaksha... like the Buddhist spirits, hm...? [He reaches up, and taps Rokurou's forehead, a mimicry of circumstances some weeks ago.] They are benevolent spirits, you know.
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[In his short life, Matoba Seiji has encountered many ayakashi, from those who had lived for decades, to those who had lived for thousands of years. To them, he is but a grain of sand; a blink of an eye. And that was what was so infuriating about them. After hundreds of years all of the scenery, all of the life in the world blend together as one; unremarkable, unchanging.]
[That was what separated humans and ayakashi, and why they could never understand one another: knowing what it was to be alive, to be born and to die. A lifetime of experiences, living vibrantly, and dying vibrantly.]
[Indignant fury builds in Rokurou's throat, in how it reddens attractively. The gold of his eye seems watery. Matoba's demeanor has changed completely from the standoffish prickliness of an exorcist regarding prey; now, he is simply teasing a fellow.]
Yaksha... like the Buddhist spirits, hm...? [He reaches up, and taps Rokurou's forehead, a mimicry of circumstances some weeks ago.] They are benevolent spirits, you know.