"Tatsumi?"
Rounding the corner gate, Watari smiled wryly to himself. As he'd expected the other Shinigami was seated on the steps of his home, watching the sunset. Well...whatever passed as the sunset for them here in Meifu that was. Watari had never been able to determine if the world they resided in was an illusion - simple reflection of the living world - or the other way around. He'd attempted countless experiments to discover that fact for himself when he'd first become a Shinigami, but had never come to a satisfactory conclusion. Oddly enough, it had been Tatsumi himself who had put a stop to those very experiments...in a roundabout fashion.
*What does it matter, Watari-san, if the world we exist in is an illusion? It is what we do with the illusion that matters, not the illusion itself, don't you think?*
He hadn't expected to hear such words form someone like Tatsumi. At least not at the time. Granted, he hadn't know Tatsumi very well at the time, but still... He'd had the impression that Tatsumi didn't offer up such words to just any person he might come across. Indeed, as he'd come to learn Tatsumi had a habit of guarding his words and even more rare and valuable - his personal opinions - like a dragon guarding its treasure.
Fiercely and without mercy to any who dared go near it.
Making the fact that Watari was one of the very few allowed close enough to see that part of him a treasure in and of itself. Something that Watari was careful never to abuse or take for granted, lest it be taken from him.
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Blarghhhh...sleepy
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