[Kazutora would look at Mikey, swaying unevenly, his grip going slack on the bat. And then he'd look past him, beyond him to the moment he'd stabbed Baji.
He'd killed him.
He'd remembered the hilt sinking in, the feeling of betrayal; to him, it had only been a few moments ago, yet it felt both present and so very far away. With this Mikey, who seemed to be from another time, it felt abstract.
Yes.. But no.. No, no it wasn't his fault. He'd stabbed Baji, but all of this was Mikey's fault. All of it-!
His fingers would tremble on the hilt of the bat. His eyes would dilate. His voice, when he did speak again, would be hoarse and stuttered as he'd try to hold back his skewed rage.]
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[Kazutora would look at Mikey, swaying unevenly, his grip going slack on the bat. And then he'd look past him, beyond him to the moment he'd stabbed Baji.
He'd killed him.
He'd remembered the hilt sinking in, the feeling of betrayal; to him, it had only been a few moments ago, yet it felt both present and so very far away. With this Mikey, who seemed to be from another time, it felt abstract.
Yes.. But no.. No, no it wasn't his fault. He'd stabbed Baji, but all of this was Mikey's fault. All of it-!
His fingers would tremble on the hilt of the bat. His eyes would dilate. His voice, when he did speak again, would be hoarse and stuttered as he'd try to hold back his skewed rage.]
What.. do you mean, "he's here..?"