Doctors were always a little weird. He had seen some that would cheerfully poke at wounds while speaking about the benefits of maggots to clean out rot and leeches to take care of clotted blood. So Kenshin didn't actually shudder that much, although there was a slight curl to his lips that suggested the eagerness of the Undertaker's response was a bit unseemly.
He had seen far too many lives end. He had been the cause of many of them - war was war, he told himself, and to bring a swifter end to that war was a price he was willing to bear - and he knew ever so much just how fleeting life could be. But to celebrate the death? That he wasn't able to do.
"This one has far too many reminders of death," he said, his hand drifting to the scars on his cheek. One for a man, one for a woman, both of them dead at his hands. There were other scars on his body, from when he wasn't able to move fast enough, or he from when he pushed himself beyond what he should.
"Perhaps one would suggest that you keep that reminder with you? It would seem that some do not need reminders, but it wouldn't be right to force such dislike on to you, it would not."
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He had seen far too many lives end. He had been the cause of many of them - war was war, he told himself, and to bring a swifter end to that war was a price he was willing to bear - and he knew ever so much just how fleeting life could be. But to celebrate the death? That he wasn't able to do.
"This one has far too many reminders of death," he said, his hand drifting to the scars on his cheek. One for a man, one for a woman, both of them dead at his hands. There were other scars on his body, from when he wasn't able to move fast enough, or he from when he pushed himself beyond what he should.
"Perhaps one would suggest that you keep that reminder with you? It would seem that some do not need reminders, but it wouldn't be right to force such dislike on to you, it would not."