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... As an onion... right.

[A bloody, disgusting onion. But he sets his jaw and takes the knife and tries again, putting a bit more muscle into it. He's scrawny, but he's more athletic than he looks; putting the effort into it, he's able to peel more of the muscle and meat from the bone.

He's also like.

Regretting this a lot, but there's no backing down now.]

There. With more practice, you'll get faster too.

[As if Minato is ever going to do this again. But Kamui remains willfully oblivious to the poor guy's suffering.

Now that his hands are semi-clean, he pushes himself back to his feet and surveys the edge of the forest for dry wood.]

Keep that up. I'll start the fire.

[If Minato wants to switch jobs, now is the time. Before Kamui walks off.]

[Um.

Um, yeah, that's--]

Er-- is it okay if I start the fire instead...?

[Please save him, he does not want to do this for another period of time, even if it's just five more minutes..]

[Kamui pauses, turning back to give Minato a judging little stare. Just when it seems like he's going to turn the poor boy down, however, he shrugs.]

Sure. I'll be faster than you anyway.

[His lips turn up in a sneaky smile.]

You did try, little mousy.

[L...little mousy....

He supposes that's a title he deserves for being so squeamish, but still...]

... Thanks for handling it. I'll get the fire started.

[That's a skill he's picked up since coming here, at least; he can pretty competently get the wood stacked and start up a fire, lips pressed together at the lingering blood on his hands.

Ick...]

[By the time the fire is blazing strong, Kamui has deftly cleaned the bones of all four limbs and several ribs.]

Got any metal racks or pots back in town? It's about time to start cooking~

[Well--]

I have some pots we could use. Let me go grab them.

[At least he's like. Aware. Of where he sits on the totem pole of running errands in this duo.]

[What a good minion. Kamui approves. He's missed having underlings to do his boring tasks for him.

When Minato returns, there will be a healthy stack of bones waiting for him near the fire. They're still fresh, and that's no good for fertilizer.]

Cook 'em til they're dry. Then we can crush them.

[Guess what Kamui's favorite part is.]

[Delight...ful... Minato just nods firmly, and will rig up the pan so they can heat up the bones over the fire.

Time for some...bone cooking?]

Huh... I didn't know any of this. I guess it really is a way to use all of the werewolf, instead of wasting it...

[(It's gross though.)]

I wouldn't know either except us Yato eat a whole lot, you know. And we would end up with a lot of corpses on our hands too.

[He hums under his breath as he remembers... well, something fondly.]

Housen may have been weak willed, but he did like being efficient.

[........... That's.

Hm.

There's a lot to process there, but he's going to go with asking about the less alarming statement, first.]

"Yato"...? Is that what you are? [He's not human...?]

[It is certainly a thing that is difficult to deal with despite how carelessly Kamui brings it up. At least he doesn't seem to mind this line of questioning. He's always been happy to talk about the Yato Clan.]

Hmmm? Did you think I was from Earth? No way! The Yato Clan are born a lot stronger than humans; our senses are better too. There's really no comparison.

After all, most humans run away the moment they recognize us.

[It's the ones who don't that Kamui has taken a liking to: the infamous samurai.]

[This is also a lot to process, though it's at least something Minato can understand a bit easier.]

I see... [Huh.] I really had no idea. [Though he could've probably picked up that Kamui wasn't normal by how easily he picked up that werewolf.]

So if you're not from Earth, where are you from?

Oh, our home planet is long dead. I'm not from anywhere.

[Recounting his time on planet Rakuyou... It's pointless now, a history he never had the power to change. Dwelling on his origins will just cause him to hesitate on his quest forward.]

I lived most of my life on space ships, you know.

[That was also not what he was expecting by any means; Minato blinks slowly, frowning a little.]

I... am sorry to hear that. I can't even imagine what it would be like to live most of your life on a space ship.

[It sounds kind of... lonely, though?]

That's a stupid thing to apologize for. Hearing something. [He sneers, a nasty little smile meant to mock Minato for bothering to apologize over anything at all.] Space ships are fine with me as long as they have a destination. I'll hitch a ride on any ship that'll take me to my next battlefield.

[He doesn't seem to mind the sneer or the words, at least; he still thinks it's a sad thing to hear.]

Huh... is that right?

[What a lifestyle.]

But... do you have a home, then?

Nope!

[He's not the least bit bothered by that either.]

All I have is what's in front of me.

[He really doesn't look bothered at all...]

You really are okay with that, huh...? Sorry, it's just so alien for me to think about.

I just told you I wasn't from Earth.

[So of course it's alien. He snorts as he eyes the cooking bones.]

It's definitely mutual. The way you humans value your weaknesses like they're some kind of trophy... I still can't understand it.

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Our... "weaknesses"? You mean like things like having a home?

[He's trying to follow, but still... this is a lot, Kamui!

(Kamui in general is kind of A Lot.)]

[Kamui shakes his head, then leans back comfortably.] I mean, things like feeling sorry for someone who doesn't have one.

... That's a "weakness"?

[He doesn't really agree, of course, but he's more trying to figure out where Kamui's coming from right now than anything.]

Why would you say that?

All of this. [He gestures from the gutted wolf to the fire to Minato himself.] Everything you've said. You're trying awfully hard to get to know me.

[And then, as casually as ever:]

But do you have it in you to kill someone you've become attached to?

No. Of course not.

[Minato says that immediately, shaking his head. He can't even kill people who are his worst enemies. There's no way he'd ever been able to kill someone he knows and likes.]

But... I don't want to try to kill you. So does it really matter...?

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