"I am only, and will only ever be, myself."
Kamiyagawa's response echoed like metal striking stone, stirring golden ripples in the boundless void.
"Heh... an interesting answer." Xu Fu let out a dry laugh, mingling with the ever rising rumble of his stone throne. His shadow cast upon the throne grew increasingly distorted and towering, as his withered body simultaneously stretched upwards with creaking bone sounds, "But you must make a choice."
Choice...
The moment Xu Fu's words fell, Seimei's divine sense echoed in Kamiyagawa's mind with what he said before dissipating—
"...I never regretted sitting on the divine throne. It's just that I didn't have a choice and perhaps even Dōman had little choice back then..."
No choice.
Sacrifice and betrayal, neither choice was what Kamiyagawa desired.
If those were the only two options, then Kamiya's predicament didn't seem much better than Seimei's back then.
"...I didn't have a choice then… but if possible, I hope that you do."
