[ Reflexively, his grip on his sheathed weapon tightened. His blade felt whole in his hold, no sign of damage, and none that his manifested form reflected either. ]

If I were broken, I wouldn't be here.

[ There was no way to know how many others had manifested in other honmaru, how many lived their daily lives and were deployed on missions elsewhere serving their respective masters. He would never know how many others may have been broken in battle. All he could be certain of was that he and his comrades had been prepared to face that fate, yet survived.

...Unless this fellow believed they had all indeed been destroyed. Yamanbagiri wasn't certain how he could have this body again, in absence of a saniwa, if that were so. He frowned as he turned the prospect about in his mind, only to discard it. ]

You're...gone, once you break. There could be another, but it wouldn't be you.

[ Another Yamanbagiri Kunihiro could be summoned forth. His memories, those he shared with the others, wouldn't return. ]