you become what you hate

Lingering at some distance, Hattori settled in a comfortable sitting position upon a side ridge of the battlefield. Hattori had no skin in this game, like with most pack challenges that occurred these days. He didn't know either combatant on a personal level and with how far removed this part of Boreas was to Tojo, he doubted his way of life would change much at all, regardless of who won. But the same couldn't be said for many of those who had gathered here, he saw- not quite alliances but it was clear some had a preference of who they wanted to win.

His gaze flickered to Ochitsuki as she lingered, her usual sense of poise and grace somehow remaining despite the tension of it all. The stress she had to be under. Should things end...badly for her end he would of course offer sanctuary for her if need be- simply because they were almost kindred spirits. That and he felt as though he still owed her.