[ He blinks, pulled out of his own thoughts with a frown. He shakes his head, sitting back and leaving his tea resting on the table. ]
No, they're my family. Sousuke's my younger... older brother, and Hamaji my younger sister. My dad took them in when I was growing up. Sousuke's mom didn't make it, but Hamaji was all alone before then.
[ No mention of his father beyond that, but he recalls him now; a man sitting on the floor of his office with his scrolls and books and the case where Murasame had sat, a dark part of even his youngest memories. A sword with its own life was something he'd been taught to hold healthy fear for and awe of, none of it meant to curry good feeling. ]
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[ He blinks, pulled out of his own thoughts with a frown. He shakes his head, sitting back and leaving his tea resting on the table. ]
No, they're my family. Sousuke's my younger... older brother, and Hamaji my younger sister. My dad took them in when I was growing up. Sousuke's mom didn't make it, but Hamaji was all alone before then.
[ No mention of his father beyond that, but he recalls him now; a man sitting on the floor of his office with his scrolls and books and the case where Murasame had sat, a dark part of even his youngest memories. A sword with its own life was something he'd been taught to hold healthy fear for and awe of, none of it meant to curry good feeling. ]