[It was exactly the same, right down to their black ships and barging through foreign lands like they owned the place. Though there was less war with Valua and more an onslaught of massacre. He couldn't stand being a part of it and it makes him think maybe, just maybe, he's not fit for the role of blood and death that had always been laid out for him.
That sadness in his face is hard to miss, but Ramirez presses his lips together and makes no mention of it, letting his gaze drop down to Okita's hands and and pretending not to notice. He keeps it there, momentarily, before he remembers the way he had grabbed his hand and clung to him like a lifeline. His heart gives an unpleasant, lurching little pound and his eyes promptly drop down to the table again.]
[action - March 15th]
That sadness in his face is hard to miss, but Ramirez presses his lips together and makes no mention of it, letting his gaze drop down to Okita's hands and and pretending not to notice. He keeps it there, momentarily, before he remembers the way he had grabbed his hand and clung to him like a lifeline. His heart gives an unpleasant, lurching little pound and his eyes promptly drop down to the table again.]
You're some sort of soldier, aren't you?