I make the best decisions. Spoilers in comments. [Canon: Kill la Kill]

[stitched_gods]

...Yes, I will agree that this is indeed better than being impaled on my own blade.

...But not by much.

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[guitar_case_vagabond]

[Oh, shit, look who it is.]

You got a lot of nerve showing up alive now.

[She's still kinda... pissed off about a lot of things.]

[stitched_gods]

Believe me when I say it was not my idea.

[He was very content to just let his plans play out and be done with everything. Living with Ragyo kinda takes the joy out of life, y'know.]

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[Mixed feelings. Mixed feelings everywhere, but after everything she knows now she can't manage to be pleased with seeing him again.]

Who cares whose idea it was?

Just hurry up and go back to being dead already.

[stitched_gods]

I don't ask for forgiveness, or even for your understanding. I know full well that what I've done to you - to your sister - is inexcusable.

[He stops, taking a moment to stroke his beard.]

...Though I will say that I am proud of the woman you've become.

[...Junketsu manipulation aside. Not that he blames you for that.]

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[Well, he was almost off to... not a good start but a start. And then he had to go throw in that last bit.]

DON'T GIVE ME THAT "PROUD" SHIT! YOU COULDN'T SHIP ME OFF TO ALL THOSE SCHOOLS FAST ENOUGH! THE SECOND I WAS OLD ENOUGH YOU GOT RID OF ME SO YOU COULD START ON YOUR NEXT PROJECT!

[How's it feel to be on the receiving end of the rage of a seventeen year old who just had her world torn apart, Isshin?]

I always wondered why you called me back home that day after all those years. Now I know it was just BECAUSE YOU WERE FINALLY READY TO SEND YOUR WEAPON AFTER RAGYO!

[stitched_gods]

[He weathers the onslaught without a hint of flinching. He deserves every last bit of it, and he knows it. Still, once she's finished, he does speak softly.]

That's not true. I sent you to those schools so you could have a more normal childhood than what I could give you. I started the Nudist Beach movement in the hopes that you wouldn't have to fight.

I called you back, because I saw that Ragyo would not be stopped so easily. Even with Satsuki and Junketsu opposing her, it wouldn't be enough. Junketsu was... flawed. It didn't have a conscience. Satsuki's will could override that, but it would never giver her its full potential.

I created Senketsu specifically so you and Satsuki could survive your mother's madness. That is all.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

You turned me into a freak and then sent me away so I could be normal? Don't fuck with me!

[It's a perfectly logical explanation, as expected from a scientist. Maybe it's even true. But Ryuko didn't work with logic at her best, and she's definitely not that right now. She's hurting, angry, confused and she doesn't even know WHAT SHE IS anymore. Logic is a distant concept right now.]

What's the difference? Your first two tools weren't going to get the job done so you decided it was time to use the one you kept on the backburner until then. You never even said a word to me until then.

[stitched_gods]

You are not a freak!

[It's the first time he actually raises his voice before his expression softens, reaching a hand out to Ryuko's forehead, thumb brushing the hair from her eyes.]

You are my daughter, for whom I would sacrifice anything for. Anything else comes second.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

Don't touch me!

[Slapping his hand away and moving back a few steps. This is what that "normal" life taught her. When she's hurt attack, attack, attack.]

And don't call me that! After all this... YOU CAN'T JUST COME BACK FROM THE DEAD AND TRY TO ACT LIKE MY FATHER!

[stitched_gods]

[He just chuckles slightly, sorrow clear in his voice as she backs away.]

I know. I have no right to that title. Just knowing you are alive, and have the tools needed to thrive, in spite of your mother is enough for me.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[Yeah, it's clear and it's not what she was expecting from this. Still, it's too late to go back now and she turns away from him.]

Whatever. You'll get what you want, I'll kill that bitch and her blonde little doll, but I'm not gonna do it for you.

[stitched_gods]

[Well, if Ragyo hadn't figured it out already, and all his secrets were still secrets, he'd be trying harder to keep up the facade. Now, she knows everything and he sees no benefit in trying to play dumb now. He'll just take a couple steps forward, not pressing his presence, but making sure she knows he's still there for her.]

I never intended for you to be doing it for anyone else. Satsuki could attest to that much. That is part of why I called Junketsu her wedding dress. The two becoming one, beholden to nobody, least of all the parents.

The instant you put Senketsu on, your destiny became your own. Not mine, not your mother's, not Satsuki's. Yours.

[cybershades]

[SPEAKING OF TALKING CLOTHING]

Well, look at that.

It seems that even the long dead creator of skimpy clothes that become even skimpier can stay kicking around here.

[stitched_gods]

[Isshin is just going to stare for a long moment, stroking his beard.]

Hmm. You don't seem to be of life fibers, nor would there be enough to constitute a consciousness, even if you were a kamui. What exactly are you?

[cybershades]

It seems my entire existence is being brought into question. Wouldn't be the first time.

The answer you are looking for is simple. I am not made of those freaky, alien fibers that you bros decide to stitch into everything, including your own children. Smooth move there, man.

Nah, I'm pure steel, with circuits and wires and all that other technical shit. You could call me an artificial intelligence, but the dude that based me off of himself can't really be called intelligent.

[stitched_gods]

[Have a glare.]

You do not get to pass judgement on what I did or didn't do. Least of all a pair of sunglasses.

[cybershades]

Well, aren't you a rude, dead guy.

But yeah, who am I, as a shamelessly made copy of someone else, pass judgement on what you did?

Well, who else will?

[stitched_gods]

You'll excuse me if I don't exactly trust talking articles of clothing since they stand poised to enslave humanity in my world.

My daughters.

[uzu]

Just in time. Anymore secrets you wanna share with the class?

[stitched_gods]

[Have a scoff.]

No, the last secret I had was revealed thanks to my "dear" wife.

[Bitter? Him? Never.]

[uzu]

Don't waste your second chance, old man.

[Turn that frown upsid— into a new blade!!]

[stitched_gods]

Second chance? Hah. You act as if I want one.

[uzu]

Selfish. Not sure what I was expecting.

[stitched_gods]

You have all the tools needed to bring Ragyo down. I have done all I can. If you hadn't noticed, I'm rather dead in our world.

[uzu]

Good to know there's at least one way to bring the hag down, if you're not bullshitting anyway.

[Because lbr this woman is terrifying with her regenerative abilities.]

[stitched_gods]

Once Satsuki takes the blade I had intended for her from Harime's corpse, Ragyo's doom is all but sealed.