Grey, Grey, Grey; Too Much Fucking Grey [Yuudeshi Only] [Ask To Join]

Touch was an interesting sensation, wasn't it? Humans were bonded by it and it helps to fuse the connection between most beings. In that instant where Seishi took his hand is the same instant where relief overflowed the two of them. As that acceptance and embrace was all that he needed in order to move forward.

So long as there were people behind him to keep getting progressively stronger for, there was no set limit for The Yuudeshi. Anything was possible and his vast and unending mind would strive to achieve that and materialize the goals, ambitions and dreams which his heart and soul harbored. It did not matter how lofty, far or exhausting the work and dedication had to be in order attain these visions, all that mattered was the fact he could feel the force of a family behind him and a people to take care of.

After spending many centuries as a father, it's rather hard for those parental instincts to just fade away over night. Therefore, a small smile could be seen from the otherwise grumpy and, quite frankly, pissed off looking Shadin. As he himself felt just as at ease and peace as Seishi was in that moment. For, if nothing else, it seemed that these two would at least find a portion of the puzzle to fill their strained and void spirits. And that was something which made him rather content and placid in this time of unrest, war and total lost of self.

"Aye. I can't feel complete without them."

Straight and to the point, the voice of Shadin was softer at this point, but it held quite a bit of earnest and genuine tones to it. With a glance to her stiffened body, perhaps she was bothered by the task since even he to realized it was a complex venture. Although, he also assumed she'd be able to bare the brunt of that burden. As, perhaps, she to sought that same feeling of embrace by family.

"Yeah. It's been quite the while since we've seen the whole family. Even I'm somewhat antsy about it, tch."

And that was the truth. There was no telling what the future held for the success of this mission, nor the long-term stability of it. Yet, something told him to keep going and pursue it even as the people around him seemed to dwindle to a handful. So long as he kept his sights positive and strong, things would work out eventually. Even if it took a year, a decade or a whole century; at some point -- things had to work. Without that hope, he'd be better off dead and that was the lesson he sought to prove against the embodiment of despair herself in the hell of Australia's War so many years ago.

Sentimental thoughts aside, something else was fairly important: food. After hearing the sounds of Seishi's stomach hungering, there was no doubt that this tiring and emotional downpour was making everyone starved of energy. Therefore, he'd give a nod of his head and agree that it was more than time to feed. As he himself was about to kill over after working himself half to death and not getting anything decent in his system.

Therefore, through The Yuudeshi Network, Shadin mapped out a personal wormhole for them to travel through. With the coordinates already imprinted, a white vortex would emerge before the two and connect them straight to the mess hall of The Yayjuu. There, they could find some actual hand-made food and re-group their thoughts with full stomachs.

Thus, with a nod of his head, The Beast of Karakura would then motion for Seishi to follow, but not before uttering these words to her:

"Well, let's get this show on the road. Come on, Last Order."

It had been awhile since he called her that, but it felt right. As if there was a sense of familiarity and routine in this world of surrealism. Regardless of that thought, however, time was wasting and he was in a hurry to eat himself. So, for her sake, he'd hope she'd follow quickly and stay at his side as they embarked on their new quest for family.