[The walk does little to ease the tension inside him. He vaguely wonders how long he can function at this level, so tightly wound that anything that looks at him the wrong way may see the business end of his sword. (Or a bolt of lightning, as the storm above could attest.)
But otherwise, his mind is blank. It's easier that way. Focus on the goal. Don't think of anything else other than the end destination.
Even framed by bitter rain and thunderclouds, there's something majestic about the tree. A memory of high school--of graduation day--rises unbidden, and Kyosuke shudders with the effort to keep his emotions in check. His teeth grind together as the glistening petals remind him of happier times.
Did he really have to go that far back for a happy, hopeful moment? It seemed like everything after that was tainted--too close to the proposed mission that ultimately cost him Chisa.
And possibly Juzo, too.
So he's almost glad when Juzo finally turns with the petal in hand, not meeting his gaze in favor of staring hard at the tiny object. He curls his fingers around it, already feeling a pang of discomfort as it glows.]
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But otherwise, his mind is blank. It's easier that way. Focus on the goal. Don't think of anything else other than the end destination.
Even framed by bitter rain and thunderclouds, there's something majestic about the tree. A memory of high school--of graduation day--rises unbidden, and Kyosuke shudders with the effort to keep his emotions in check. His teeth grind together as the glistening petals remind him of happier times.
Did he really have to go that far back for a happy, hopeful moment? It seemed like everything after that was tainted--too close to the proposed mission that ultimately cost him Chisa.
And possibly Juzo, too.
So he's almost glad when Juzo finally turns with the petal in hand, not meeting his gaze in favor of staring hard at the tiny object. He curls his fingers around it, already feeling a pang of discomfort as it glows.]