Thankfully, The Yuumi's elaborate interior had allowed for elaborate bathhouses. Kai found himself one with a shower, and took a long, warm one, standing there in the cascading water for much longer than was strictly necessary. Once he had gotten out and dried off, the tall Yamataian inspected the clothes that he had brought with him. The older style jacket wasn't so bad, but the pants would have to go. they lacked any kind of utility, and their much more form-fitting design didn't exactly appeal to the blonde's sensibilities. a quick sniff of his old trousers assured him that they did not stink at all, and so he elected to keep them. They didn't nearly match the old-style jacket, but that did not worry Kai at all.
Walking through the battleship more, Kai found his way back to the room he had been staying in, and deposited his clothing. He looked around, taking stock of what he had left. All he could think of for his worldly possessions were his uniform, and his PA, and those did not strictly belong to him. His collection of wooden swords, the old Katana given to him by a family member, the Nekomachina leg, all of his drawings, photos, clothing, jackets, and what have you, they were all gone. destroyed with the Miharu, or vented into space, he didn't know which. While most of it could be replaced, Kai still felt a little empty for the loss, but, at the same time, felt some strange sense of relief at it.
Not only was his old body and life gone, but the physical objects attached to his memories were, as well. Kai sat on the bed for a while, thinking. He did not have to start new, but he was no longer who he had been, even just three days prior. The Yamataian reflected on the things he'd said and done and thought since then, because, he really had nothing better to do for the moment.
Maybe he would go find Yuzuki, like he had planned on doing.
