[ Surprise as much as practice at hiding when he's wounded has Cain stifling a yell. He bites down on his cry of pain, not wanting to give Takasugi the satisfaction, even if it's a vain, prideful sort of stubborness. What satisfaction is he denying Takasugi when Takasugi's knife is in his shoulder, blood running down his arm, staining his sleeve dark?
Through the haze of anger, he's at least got enough common sense left to go still instead of trying to renew his attack.
Cain glares at Takasugi, panting through his nose, biting his lip hard enough to bleed. But finally, he masters himself enough to snarl out: ]
Am I? Did you really have nothing to do with these men's deaths?
[ His fury at Takasugi's callousness hasn't diminished, but that at least is one question he wants answered. ]
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[ Surprise as much as practice at hiding when he's wounded has Cain stifling a yell. He bites down on his cry of pain, not wanting to give Takasugi the satisfaction, even if it's a vain, prideful sort of stubborness. What satisfaction is he denying Takasugi when Takasugi's knife is in his shoulder, blood running down his arm, staining his sleeve dark?
Through the haze of anger, he's at least got enough common sense left to go still instead of trying to renew his attack.
Cain glares at Takasugi, panting through his nose, biting his lip hard enough to bleed. But finally, he masters himself enough to snarl out: ]
Am I? Did you really have nothing to do with these men's deaths?
[ His fury at Takasugi's callousness hasn't diminished, but that at least is one question he wants answered. ]