[ Is that coincidence or by plan that Takasugi's robes are now streaked red at the hems? Cain... before, he would have thought he could guess. Now, he doesn't know. Is that giving Takasugi more sinister purpose than he has, or is this just a feigned lack of care? Either way, it makes Cain's palms itch for his sword.
And Takasugi's remark— that certainly feigned mockery of respect for the dead. Cain grits his teeth and steps up to Takasugi's side to inspect the crates, struggling to rein in his temper. He can feel it bubbling beneath his skin, a pot about to bubble over, Takasugi joking about such a hideous loss of life—
Before he even realizes what he's doing, Cain's turned and thrown a punch, aiming to have his fist connect solidly with Takasugi's smirk. ]
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And Takasugi's remark— that certainly feigned mockery of respect for the dead. Cain grits his teeth and steps up to Takasugi's side to inspect the crates, struggling to rein in his temper. He can feel it bubbling beneath his skin, a pot about to bubble over, Takasugi joking about such a hideous loss of life—
Before he even realizes what he's doing, Cain's turned and thrown a punch, aiming to have his fist connect solidly with Takasugi's smirk. ]