"Without my master I am a man of no real consequence. If I have any influence over anyone, it is far away from here." Rokuro wouldn't consider himself soft, or overly emotional-- or maybe it's that he doesn't feel he can or should. Composure and control are valued above all else in his clan. Rokuro and his brother are the sheaths to their master's sword. They do not choose their targets, or decide when to strike.

To truly serve is to put aside your feelings and wellbeing for that of another, and Rokuro has lived his entire life with the knowledge he would sacrifice himself for his master, and told his heart would harden and become unbreakable with time.

It turns out the all-seeing priests of Unno weren't right about everything. Either that, or Rokuro and his twin had broken the mold, and the stoic spirit of their clan was spread paper-thin between them.

"As I have struggled with what is terrifying and unknown, so will you, and as you have helped me... I will attempt to aid you. It is the honourable thing to do." Is he speaking more softly because of the sentiment behind his words, or the fact his body is slipping further into almost-sleep, now that the adrenaline of battle has faded and he is presented with the security of a trusted shoulder to lean on?