Genjo honestly did not expect that sort of response from his master. He had expected another argument, more resistance, just like the last time the subject had come up. He hadn't expected Koumyou to be so floored by such a simple concept.

"I see," Genjos shoulders dropped, and his head lowered, slowly folding his hands into his pockets as he tried his best to consider what he should say. "I suppose in the end; you always were fairly dense regarding what was in front of you."

If he couldn't find an argument against his master, he could at least rib him over it.

"The path you chose to follow is your own. The decisions you make are yours. And that goes very much the same with every person that is around you. I can't control the choices you decide to make on your own. But I can at least help guide you to look at things with a different perspective and learn to move forward from there," With that, he walked closer to Koumyou. The scripture around his shoulders radiates a soft violet light. "But you also can't control the fate and decisions others make either. You chose to put the most sacred thing you have on the line for me. And I have the right to resent how casually you were willing to toss something so precious away."

He looked up, his eyes once more meeting Koumyous, his expression, for the first time, far softer than he usually carried it.

"You wished to know what I would have done if the one I found ended up in a similar situation?"