[He blinks slowly, uncomprehendingly, when Juzo actually laughs at his words. His confusion isn't so pronounced that it makes its way past his blank, numb mask, but it roils inside of him and twists at the tension built up.
What-- How was he supposed to take that reaction?
He has to steady a breath that comes too fast, dropping his hand back to his side. Focus. Focus on the request.
The tree of memories. Of course. The tree would be a more neutral party in this entire mess. He knew that it could bring memories to mind vividly with little trouble, regardless of where or who they came from.
It was something to do. Something to advance towards.
So he gives no verbal confirmation to Juzo. Instead, he turns heel and walks towards the tree.]
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What-- How was he supposed to take that reaction?
He has to steady a breath that comes too fast, dropping his hand back to his side. Focus. Focus on the request.
The tree of memories. Of course. The tree would be a more neutral party in this entire mess. He knew that it could bring memories to mind vividly with little trouble, regardless of where or who they came from.
It was something to do. Something to advance towards.
So he gives no verbal confirmation to Juzo. Instead, he turns heel and walks towards the tree.]