[ A saint? ... That's not true at all. Setsuna knows the extent of his nature, he's committed unspeakable actions in the past. He undoubtedly disagrees with the thought of him considered a saint. Rather than retort though, his head simply lowers. Though, he keeps his gaze at front... Staring at the distance, at nowhere in particular.
He doesn't even feel like asking why. He knows he will simply disagree with each reason cited. Instead, he allows the continuous light snow to speak for him. It falls against the surroundings, covering more and more... In a way, it's no different from him. No matter how beautiful, his appearance is a cover for something else. Yes, he's a soldier; yes, he's killed... He's killed so much, he's taken and stricken life to the point he froze his heart. ]
Hm.
[ And he doesn't believe in that last comment, either. People like him... It's more common that one would think. There are many others who are like him, all from the result of war or similar events. ]
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He doesn't even feel like asking why. He knows he will simply disagree with each reason cited. Instead, he allows the continuous light snow to speak for him. It falls against the surroundings, covering more and more... In a way, it's no different from him. No matter how beautiful, his appearance is a cover for something else. Yes, he's a soldier; yes, he's killed... He's killed so much, he's taken and stricken life to the point he froze his heart. ]
Hm.
[ And he doesn't believe in that last comment, either. People like him... It's more common that one would think. There are many others who are like him, all from the result of war or similar events. ]