Ishida Mitsunari | Saika Magoichi | 008

[unbending]

[He was a broken man. Now, now that he had lost everything, he had nothing left to live for. Nothing, nothing, nothing, that much he knew as tears slid down his cheeks, messily smearing inelegantly.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Noth--

And then he was somewhere else entirely.

Mitsunari blinked despite himself. Blinked. Stared. And looked around himself blankly.

He had never seen the inside of a train before.

And he quite firmly, flopped on a seat, still a mess of emotions and broken shards, didn't know what was going on.]