He was starting to pick up on the pattern of ways Arthur talked about himself. Self-deprecating but in a way that sounded all too sincere.
Instead of platitudes and reassurances that would go in one ear and out the other, the Medicine Seller decided to change tactics.
"Likewise, you are welcome to send me on my way when you tire of me," he replied in kind, wondering how that would sound in Arthur's ears.
"And no, no more Naegatsuku," he said with a small shake of his head. "Other things though. With one foot in this corner of the world, you may begin to recognize such things more often."
Arthur's ability to heal certainly had him wondering if he would have similar longevity to the Medicine Seller - though he mustn't get his hopes up. He wasn't even sure of the moral implications of hoping such a thing.
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Instead of platitudes and reassurances that would go in one ear and out the other, the Medicine Seller decided to change tactics.
"Likewise, you are welcome to send me on my way when you tire of me," he replied in kind, wondering how that would sound in Arthur's ears.
"And no, no more Naegatsuku," he said with a small shake of his head. "Other things though. With one foot in this corner of the world, you may begin to recognize such things more often."
Arthur's ability to heal certainly had him wondering if he would have similar longevity to the Medicine Seller - though he mustn't get his hopes up. He wasn't even sure of the moral implications of hoping such a thing.