Collision would have done his best to wash the scent of the Empire off of him and is travelling c: We are open to anything and everything in his search.
He had been hopeful that things would have gotten better. How had they not? Something was different this time, however. Now he knew that he had done what was necessary to make repairs and while he had still failed it no longer felt like the weight was on him anymore. He had not allowed this to happen to Reiko. He had no allowed Takeshi to come back and harm her further. He certainly had not allowed her to be so broken. It was not his own negligence that brought them so far from where once they were. No, the tide had become hers alone to control and she couldn’t get a grip. She hadn’t been able to for a long time. It was time for him to let go.
More so, it was time for him to find Yuudai and time for Takeshi to meet his maker. It was time for the male to know death–to greet him as a friend. Collision would offer the Reneian Empire this last bit and then he would say farewell for now. He had repairs to make to himself and he had done a lot. He would miss several faces, but there was no coming back from this. Like it or not….He was admittedly stubborn.
Rain had fallen for many a night now and he had grown used to hunkering down and seeking shelter from the rain. He wasn’t particularly fond of the sun, but it was better than being soaked. A feeling he wasn’t particularly fond of. He remained sheltered under a roof of stone until the rains let up and he decided, in his restlessness, that he should press onward. There was no need to stay in one place until he caught hide or tail of the Samurai he sought out. He danced forth–a tenebrous figure in the pallor of the moon and sought out his target.
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