[ it's so strange, this concern for his safety. he's a blade, a weapon-- it isn't natural to care this much for him, is it? he still bears the scars of oda's brand, the shortening of his blade, his suffering in the edo fires. why does it matter if he's hurt? if tenka were to claim him, were to make souza his, he'd be grateful for the pain if it meant that tenka wouldn't have to feel it. he'd give anything to have an owner like like this man.

he smiles at the brush of fingers through his hair, trying not to lean into it like a touch-starved kitten. ]

If that's what you wish. But Tenka-san, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Even if you do.. [ he hums out a soft, musing noise. ] I think the harm would be largely unintentional. Some people lash out when they're afraid or uncomfortable. [ so don't hastily be upset on souza's behalf if he's harmed.

he's quiet, then, turning the question over in his head. it isn't.. natural for tenka to be so wary, he's certain. he doesn't want to distrust others. but he'd learned the hard way, it seems, and it's amazing that he'd still be able to open himself up like this to strangers after a betrayal like that. ] .. It's not wrong. [ he hesitates, then reaches for the teapot, pouring tenka's cup full again. ] But it also doesn't seem to be in your nature. So.. I wouldn't wish for you to have to guard yourself. [ his eyes lift again, serious and solemn. ] Kousetsu and I will do that for you. If we're family, as you say, then that's no more than what we'd do for Sayo.