[One of the the side effects of now having only one good eye, Shuda has learned, is that his hearing has become even keener to make up for what his vision lacks, and he hears those footsteps approaching as that last sentence leaves his own mouth. He knows who it is right away by the gait (and he's not sure whether this is the better or worse option); by the time Haru speaks, he's already tensed up in preparation of what he knows is coming, because he knows there is no way in hell that this is going to go over well.

Rather than turn around to face Haru just yet, he keeps his gaze locked on the gravestone as he responds.]

I made a vow on my honor as a warrior to protect the two of you, and I've done what I said I would. The threat of this world's destruction has finally disappeared thanks to you.

[He pauses for a moment to inhale, casting his eyes up to the brilliant blue of the sky. Ironic, really... Gale always did love the sky...]

I appreciate your hospitality [such a detached way of putting it], but there's no place on this island for a warrior in a time of peace.

[Surely even Haru will understand that much. He can't stay here-- he simply doesn't belong. An ordinary, peaceful life is anathema to a man who has lived by the sword and always expected to die by the sword, and the way Haru is able to slip back into routine so easily (or so he thinks) is only further evidence that despite what he may want to believe, this isn't something that was ever meant for him.]