( is this really okay for the two of them to talk about right now? it feels kind of strange to him that the first thing that they discuss after yato wakes up is the murky details surrounding their other lives when what they should be discussing is what exactly landed yato in this bed.

lifting up, he wipes at his eyes with the back of palms.

if they're going to talk about it, yukine figures he might as well be candid. )

「 That's not the point. All of the other gods, they hated us. What kind of life is that? Is that we stole from shrines and you had to work odd jobs? 」

( he's seen the memories or at least enough of them to piece together what kind of life the two of them were living. they were vagabonds bouncing from place to place and taking what they could. it's something that would have sounded cool if it weren't so terribly depressing. )

「 No. 」

( it doesn't really matter to him. good or bad? fuck it. it's not that simple or that easy. )

「 We've never been the good guys. 」