~*Kyojuro's POV*~
It's me again, who's at a loss. I'm always the one to begin the talks between us, knowing that the bitter aftertaste is always a possibility, but not this time. I'm tied at the tongue, and then there's her; someone who won't say something unless it's truly necessary. This is one of those times... but my hesitation is also what leaves her walking away so irritably, a sour parting.
We've all been left yearning for the sweetness, one, I've failed to bring to those suffering eyes.
"It's (y,n), isn't it?" I swiped my eyes to Mitsuri when she softly tugged at my sleeve, still trying to maintain a calm exterior. I assume her eyes are dry, by now. It took an hour for my comfort to work before we spoke to Lady Yokomeda... I think a lot of people would cry if they were her.
Iguro was so injured that he couldn't even speak when the Kakushi came to retrieve him, bones broken, skin torn, lacerations, splinters, and as of morning's sunrise, a heavy fever. It's the worst I've seen him. He didn't give up though... he fought, even after the battle was over.
To touch where his fingers brushed softly against my nose, I have the image of his hand falling back down onto the cot he would soon be carried away on. Why he did so, I never got to ask. Hopefully, we'll be receiving more promising news back from Shinobu, soon, if the heavens will.
"Unfortunately so..." I exhaled, fixing up the buttons on my vest.
"We're all on a tight squeeze, but she has the most pressure on her." She didn't even ask to be on this mission, and though it's our job to help innocents without a second thought, her case is unfortunate.
"I'm sure things will resolve themselves eventually."
"It seems more complicated than that--you two have been so tense around eachother. You just said that she's more stressed than the rest of us... but what does that mean for her?" ... She was nearly unresponsive once we all regrouped. I couldn't see her face after she wiped the blood away. Not because of the dim lighting, the shadow cast over her hid her core. I wasted my opportunity to help. Was it not concerning enough to see her so downtrodden? Did she need to busy into tears for me to feel the need to step in? My feet have been at this cliff ever since the start of our mission.
... I feel useless.
I haven't even thought to recognize the true weight she's carrying on her shoulders. So much for being able to read her well.
"Haven't you heard how Lady Yokomeda and her talk? This isn't the first time (y,n)'s worked here." A following fact, she's hard on herself, extremely hard. She obviously didn't perform to her standards last. Unless it ended up with a dead demon, or her taking the Snake Pillar's place, there's no hope to satisfy the expectations.
The pink-haired Slayer didn't throw on a smile at my expression, giving me the honesty of her worry. She's the only one I have to speak about this, what she saw between us two nights ago, the confusion constantly following me, it's only a fraction of the full frame.
"If you think something's wrong, then why not talk it out?" Not even pretending to be surprised could make me shocked at that suggestion. What else, than to just talk. Communication is always key, but I keep seeming to lose the key when I'm met with locked doors. It always seems to be the answer, but actually starting a conversation feels overwhelming.
"I couldn't do such a thing... she's been off since the beginning of the mission." I shook my head.
"You've done it before, though..." Ah... wish I could lie, make it out like I've never solved issues with the Ice Hashira with Diplomacy. Mitsuri hit it on the nail.
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