[Gone was Yukimura's passion for battle, for his friends and for serving his true lord. Gone was the eager young samurai who strove to do his best, who was sometimes unsure of his place in the world, but still knew that he had been gifted with good friends. With Saitou.
Now there was a mere shell in his place, wired to do only one thing. To kill.
The words didn't seem to register with him at all. Instead he took another step forward, realising that Saitou might even prove to be a good match for him. A good fight before his inevitable death - it would make a change from all of the other warriors he'd been fighting.]
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Now there was a mere shell in his place, wired to do only one thing. To kill.
The words didn't seem to register with him at all. Instead he took another step forward, realising that Saitou might even prove to be a good match for him. A good fight before his inevitable death - it would make a change from all of the other warriors he'd been fighting.]
Are those your last words?