*beats self with angst fan*
There are times when Rokuta looks at Shouryu and sees the future. Sometimes, it is a pleasant view, filled with green, fertile lands and happy citizens. Here there are no monsters to terrorize his people, and the pain and suffering of the Shitsudou is absent from their hearts. He fears the times he looks at Shouryu and sees blood.
The King of En is a carpenter. He has all the tools he will ever need at his disposal, and has spent the last five-hundred years building a masterpiece, a kingdom on a hill, a bright light warming and beckoning all who see it. He has created a Utopia, where all men despite origins and circumstances of birth can be accepted and allowed to grow, and while it is far from perfect, it is stable. But in this vein, the King of En is the man with the hammer that can destroy that masterpiece, and all he is waiting for is that last touch, that final nail that will make it perfect, before he brings it all down.
The most dangerous part of all of this is that the King of En is a man without a plan. He goes with the wind and moves with his own desires, doing what pleases him when it pleases him, no matter what anyone else may say. Rokuta has lived long enough to know that there is no man more terrifying than one motivated on a whim.
And so his has lived five-hundred years with this knowledge, and wary but accepting eye kept on his king at all times. Rokuta cannot prevent this fate. It was destined to happen the moment he bowed before Shouryu on that broken, scorched boat in Hourai. He can only hope that when the time finally comes that Shouryu finally tires of this game that he has the mercy to kill his kirin swiftly, not to prevent the long, painful suffering of the Shitsudou, but so that Rokuta is not forced to watch his King and dear friend become the evil that he swore he would never bring down upon his country.