[ Oh, he's seeing this game that she's determined to play and he doesn't like it a single bit. He keeps his hand over his eyes so they're hidden from view when he narrows them in suspicion, but just know that they are there and they are angry.
His grip on the hilt of his sword tightens and he's tense. Anyone would be able to tell just from his body language alone that he's on the precipice of a strike, one single push away from doing what he thinks he has to. He doesn't know Misa, but he does know Abel and Himeka and so that alone is enough for him to be merciless should he choose to be cruel. ]
It wouldn't help, [ he agrees, voice low and grim. ] But it would make me feel better.
[ He's no stranger to killing, after all. But he is left hesitating at what she has to say. To humor her would mean wasting even more time and he can't imagine she'd be willing to tell him no matter the condition, but if there's even the slightest chance... ]
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His grip on the hilt of his sword tightens and he's tense. Anyone would be able to tell just from his body language alone that he's on the precipice of a strike, one single push away from doing what he thinks he has to. He doesn't know Misa, but he does know Abel and Himeka and so that alone is enough for him to be merciless should he choose to be cruel. ]
It wouldn't help, [ he agrees, voice low and grim. ] But it would make me feel better.
[ He's no stranger to killing, after all. But he is left hesitating at what she has to say. To humor her would mean wasting even more time and he can't imagine she'd be willing to tell him no matter the condition, but if there's even the slightest chance... ]
What's your condition?