restless tides

Hattori listened in silence, statuesque and still. Blinking only once the flow of words had come to an end. Hattori knew the history of her clan well enough, how could he not? But did he believe her? Would a woman like her truly seek out redemption, revival, from a man like him? Who was part of the problem, thought nothing of the suffering of her people, because he'd deemed they deserved it? It was hard to say, terrible and unknown. Almost too good to be true, too coincidental that they'd run into one another like this. Didn't seem like a passing chance in his eyes.

"And you think I can give you purpose? Someone like me?" The things he had done and would do again, without hesitation or question. That was the man he was now, thorough and unmoving. Like the mountains she'd once called home. "I could if I wanted, but why should I trust you? Why should you trust me?"

He was rather cynical in nature at the best of times, but this occurrence had him doubling down.