[ for a long moment, Tomoe is stunned. it is such a human thing. he isn't so clear on the picture of humanity here, in a place far removed from human lives, where Tomoe only hears the occasional prayers of those asking for Mikage's blessing — but he knows this is not something any spirit would do. he stays because he is the shinshi, and he would remain even if there was nothing left but ashes. there's no reason for anyone else to care about the state of this shrine. it's pointless, and meddlesome, and... he cannot understand it.
he shakes his head, ears pinned back. ]
It doesn't matter. [ he doesn't sound like he's just dismissing Ren. it's bitter, instead, and weighed down with despair. ] There is no god here. You may as well be laying down tatami on rotting wood.
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he shakes his head, ears pinned back. ]
It doesn't matter. [ he doesn't sound like he's just dismissing Ren. it's bitter, instead, and weighed down with despair. ] There is no god here. You may as well be laying down tatami on rotting wood.