[As soon as the bow is over, Ichimatsu is sitting back again, his arms looped around his knees. He stares at the Drifter's dead companion for a few seconds longer before moving his gaze to his friend, reading their text.]
[He shrugs.]
They saved you, right? That's all.
[It's not all; it goes layers past that. Saved his friend; saved him, by extension; one world changed at a time, if he believed in karma and all that crap. Which... sometimes, he does. Either way, even if he wasn't - grateful, it's just polite to show respect for the deceased. Even if he doesn't know them.]
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[He shrugs.]
They saved you, right? That's all.
[It's not all; it goes layers past that. Saved his friend; saved him, by extension; one world changed at a time, if he believed in karma and all that crap. Which... sometimes, he does. Either way, even if he wasn't - grateful, it's just polite to show respect for the deceased. Even if he doesn't know them.]