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ίN retrospect, perhaps Guren had gone a little too far. But the man valued the lives of his soldiers more than the childish games of a single squad, of youths who didn’t understand the gravity of war and the consequences that entailed from a single moment of juvenility. His narrowed gaze met Mitsuba’s wide-eyed one for a brief lingering moment before he released her neck, gloved hands, trembling ever so slightly from barely controlled anger, sliding back into the confines of his pockets. “Good.” He could already feel the wrinkles tickling at the corners of his eyes, the spurt of silver strands of hair sprouting from his follicles. He turned back to the reports, pinching his nose bridge as he let out an exhausted sigh, all the pent up frustration and stress over this operation clear in that single exhale of air.
ĢLANCING over the mission reports and briefings once again, Guren realized that he hadn’t allocated much time to checking up on Yuuichirou and the rest of them, especially after they had confronted him regarding the human experimentations. While he didn’t face her, he started to speak, hands on his waist as his heavy eyelids pored over the map sprawled over the desk. “Hyakuya Yuuichirou. Saotome Yoichi. Kimizuki Shihou. What are your thoughts on them?”
instinctively, she sucks in a breath of air, trying to make the fact that she’s glaring daggers at him less obvious & feeling a small spark of pride at how exhausted he is — with this attitude, he certainly deserves it ! purple eyes watch her superior cautiously as he turns, though the girl is still knocked off guard as he speaks.
“ uhm, i — ! “ she doesn’t think about the consequences at first ; his reprimand so fresh in her mind that all the soldier can think about is being useful, having a purpose. ( old habits die hard, after all. ) “ er, t - they’re good fighters — really dedicated, i guess. yoichi especially is getting close with his demon, an’ — an’ yuu is still really strong ! we’re doing just as good as any squad, especially being so young — ! “
she doesn’t notice how she shifts from ‘ they ‘ to ‘ we ‘ while speaking ; & it’s here that violet hues narrow in a slight suspicion, a frown tugging at the edges of her mouth. “ —— why ? “











