Why was he smiling? Takasugi knew some men to face their deaths with a grin, so that must have been what Sakamoto was doing.
There was no flush in his cheeks, no embarrassment. Not even a twitch - though his eyes did roll a bit when he questioned why he was in the least bit surprised that something so exceedingly stupid had happened.
Takasugi turned, blade risen and ready to plunge into the man's neck if he didn't move.] Since you've said your goodbyes...I'll send you off.
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What a lovely lesson in cultural awareness.
Now, run.
Why was he smiling? Takasugi knew some men to face their deaths with a grin, so that must have been what Sakamoto was doing.
There was no flush in his cheeks, no embarrassment. Not even a twitch - though his eyes did roll a bit when he questioned why he was in the least bit surprised that something so exceedingly stupid had happened.
Takasugi turned, blade risen and ready to plunge into the man's neck if he didn't move.] Since you've said your goodbyes...I'll send you off.
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There is sadness in them, gentleness. He is not a man who enjoys fighting, not with swords or guns or hands.]
What good will it do ya, aa?
Killin' me.
[But out of self preservation, he does grab the threatening object, pushing to resist.]
Nothing will fill you up. Yer empty.
[Even burning the world, he thinks.
But that's just how Sakamoto feels about it.]
You're just wastin' time.