Taiyo felt extremely bad when the girl seemed to have some sort of horrible memory or maybe something was wrong by the way she said it. She quickly brushed it off and so did Taiyo, as he didn't wish to upset her further. Unfortunate it felt as if his efforts had failed as the girl soon got ready to leave. The sword monk sighing sadly before nodding sagely and looking to the stars. What a good damn life he lived man. A heroic evening of saving civies, a lady shared a joint with him AND food as well! Nothing better than this life of a wanderer. Such was the joys he sometimes got to enjoy, the company of strange people in strange times.

As the girl told him to stay out of trouble, he would only chuckle before raising his hand holding the joint in a sort of casual gesture of recognition. As she flew away however, the sword monk's smile faded. He thought back to the lady who he had married, and how happy she had been. He didn't really feel any particular way on their wedding day, and had found it more annoying than anything else. But he remembered the sweet smell of her hair as they embraced that day.

He sword monk slowly held out his hand then, palm up to the sky. A single lotus of flame appearing, blooming beautifully only to begin spinning into the air. The lotus flew higher and higher, Taiyo taking a long drag of his cigarette while he watched it go.

"I'll make ya proud love..."

Taiyo stated, the stars all seeming to shine a little brighter for a moment, as if a tiny little tear had fallen somewhere out there. Though he was fond of memories, his swords were not. Yugure the first to emerge from her wakizaki and huff her frustrations at him.

"Laying your hands on another woman! You absolute degenerate! Filth! Pervert! USER!"

With that the elegant blue woman would begin to smack him on the head repeatedly on top of the head with her fists. Though it was clearly not meant to hurt, and looked comical, the sword spirit arriving from the sword only cause the pair to stop to look. Hina was also clearly upset as she too quickly gave him an ear full. But before long the three of them are laying together staring at the stars. The sword monk wondering if he could ever one day make a difference. 

Closing his eyes, the sword monk went over his many journeys across this beautiful world. Taiyo thought of the beautiful lakes, streams and rivers. Of the rain forests, the frozen tundra forests and the mountains far to the west. Of the Beautiful world they had here, of the joys they could all share together if they just didn't fight. Taiyo felt his heart grip in frustration, his eyes stung as he thought of all the damn lives he could have saved if he had just arrived sooner.

Abruptly a pair of hands lay upon his chest. The two women laying their heads on his shoulders as they relaxed.

"The past is easy to see fault in, and the future is easy to find delusion in. But we do not give in simply because a foul wind. We chose you as our master, and we love you no matter what master."

Taiyo looked down at the girls only to smile and nod. They were right, he did all he could and nothing more could have been done. He did what he believed was right and that was all that mattered. With that the spirits would help Taiyo stand up before retreating back into his swords much to the amusement of the swordmonk.

"Oh so THATS how it is. Get me all motivated with flowery words and then expect me to walk everywhere. haha!"

Taiyo laughed heartily while he got his things in order. The sword spirit sisters simply laughing in unified harmony.

"Of course darling, how ELSE would we move you?"

Taiyo could fault them there, so with a simply 'fair enough', the three of them set off once more. Off to a journey once more, an adventure who knows where and filled with who knows what! With a final clap of his hands and one final look back to that spot where he along with Zerori had shared a meal. A sad smile coming up onto his face as he was grateful in that moment. Grateful to have it so he could experience it later, to think he would never experience it again was saddening... Maybe the girl went off to fight in some distant war? He might never see her again. 

Slowly turning to the spot where they had said their good byes. Placing both hands together, the monk would say a prayer, thanking the gods for this one moment of peace in a world of chaos. A world that didn't care if they lived or died... just like those people on the island. The sword monk's eyes opened half way at that dark dark thought. Tears rolled down his rugged face, and he said thank you a hundred times to this one moment of peace. Tears streaming down his face, the old hobo could do nothing but thank the universe for that sandwich after so much slaughter had happened. A last meal for everyone who died here. Not a glorious one... but one he could say was enough he hoped.

Slowly turning after saying his thank you's, Taiyo set off once more. This time, he didn't stop. Wiping his tears away, Taiyo set out to do what he always did. Find more things to stick his nose into.