❝I’m coming with you.❞ u don't have to do all but kick my ass with shibro and shigufren
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❝ Whuh? — No way, that is not happening. ❞
Knuckles are strained white against the adamance of his grasp, hands ensconcing the Raijinto’s well-worn hilt. There’s something close to fire burning in his gaze, though the sentiment isn’t one drawn in outward spite nor in ire, but in a flurry of passion: desperation, drive, frustration. Gritted teeth make short work of any sort of composure he might have previously dressed himself in ( and he swears, if only for a fleeting second, he can almost hear his father’s voice — castigating him once more for letting that contemptible impulsiveness sweep him off his feet into the heat of yet another hopeless battle; or maybe that’s just wishful thinking ).
Eyes flicker away, nose crinkling in an amalgam of upset and contemplation; his brows are drawn, mouth ajar. Even with an optimists’s heart, he couldn’t deny cold fact: half of them were injured, sutures either hackneyed or decaying; bruises and blood were as good as battle scars, and a more common sight than a sharpened katana. Dismay rests heavy in his stomach like a weight; hot shame is steadfast in its succession. ❝ Look, you guys coulda been in some real trouble because of one lousy order I gave, an’ I’m not about to let that happen again. I sure as hell got us into this mess by myself, so I’ll hafta fix it by myself, too. Deal? ❞
