[ a drink… he wonders if it’ll do anything for him. it’s hard to say if drinking turned their father into what he was… or if it had just made what was already rotten into something that could fester and spread. yoru shares his genes; would he be the same?

(he’s already a monster though. what would the difference be?)

he contemplates saying no, but… perhaps he’s too worn out to be mindful of that danger at the moment. it’s easier to just accept that he’s never felt in any danger with blade. he’s… safe here.

even if, like blade, he’s a ticking bomb.

and yet at the same time, he knows, inherently, that if he were a danger, blade would do what he must. and it would - it might hurt him, upset him to - because yoru, somehow, is worth his loyalty. (oh.) he doesn’t want to hurt blade.

but he will, probably. inevitably. ]

… Okay with me, but not Jin. He won’t drink, ever. Not after our father.

[ … ]

But I trust that you’ll stop me if I lose control. I don’t know - I’ve never tried drinking, but it does seem fun. Sometimes.

It makes people smile more.