@electrosis
[ kasen’s breath hitches upon the name. it stumbles around her mouth and scratches at her tongue but it never quite takes shape. a vision of sharp eyes, cut like the corners of an amethyst gemstone, a memory that sounds of a deep bellied laugh as water splashes from the moonlit pools of mt. yougou. she sees all of them, from their birth at the sacred sakura tree to their crowning of raiden shogun, but to speak their name is to remember, and to remember is to mourn.
so, kasen does not speak. she picks at the stem of weeding flowers and allows the silence to fill in the gaps for the two of them. mercy does not have the blessing of reminiscence. ]