Of old scars and new wounds (джен)

"I would've let you, y'know"
Musashi pauses, turning his head to 'look' at the speaker. Jyugo was sitting across from him in the underground cell Masushi resides in, staring blankly at the bookshelf.
"What?" Musashi questioned. It was one of Jyugo's rare visits, he was finally able to convince Hajime to allow him to come again. For the most part, they sat in a comfortable silence, Musashi reading  while jyugo zones out, happy enough to be with him. Musashi couldn't make sense of the sudden words, as Jyugo was never one to initiate a conversation and he had no idea what Jyugo would have 'let him' do.
Jyugo continues to stare at the wall, only snapping out of whatever he was thinking when Musashi repeats his question. "My shackles," he starts, his voice coming slowly as his gaze shifts to a crack in the wall. "I would have let you take them, had we met before Nanba." oh. oh.