"That said, the bar was a definite improvement over the pool. Thank you for suggesting we go out. Sometimes... I become so fixated on what is wrong, that I neglect to notice or appreciate what is right." After walking for some time on the paved path, Rokuro picks his way over to the grass. Softer on the feet, and pleasantly damp with evening dew.

Rokuro is beginning to see the blurry glow of the barracks. Their home away from home. It's nothing like Ueda Castle, and nowhere near as comfortable, or familiar, but it's better than nothing.

"There is a type of pottery where I am from, where pieces are broken and the repairs are highlighted with gold, rather than hidden. It is my Master's favourite. He says there is nothing so beautiful or unique as imperfection, and that an inability to see as much speaks to a lack of imagination--" Tipsy, sandaled heels dangling from his fingertips, and clothes somewhat askew, Rokuro can't help but wonder what his master would think of him now. At least there's nobody milling outside of the building to judge them.

"I do not think I'm unimaginative, I simply view things differently, as I--" WHACK. Rokuro apparently doesn't see things at all, because he just walked face-first into the double glass doors leading into the barracks lobby.