And one can practically feel the tension moving toward it- the tightening grip on the shirt, just before one would release and pull the hand back and...
That doesn't happen.
Instead he sees spots of gold-red-orange-gold, hears the screams, hears-
Be proud! This is for the Pharaoh you know!
(But ahh, he recalls, he knew that wasn't quite right. After all the Pharaoh didn't-)
Katsuya throws the spirit back and down, still seething with rage. His eyes are narrowed with the emotion, but conflict of some kind twists across his face all the same, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
And somehow, he manages to say the first thing that comes to mind, an echo of the past coming forward on his lips.
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And one can practically feel the tension moving toward it- the tightening grip on the shirt, just before one would release and pull the hand back and...
That doesn't happen.
Instead he sees spots of gold-red-orange-gold, hears the screams, hears-
Be proud! This is for the Pharaoh you know!
(But ahh, he recalls, he knew that wasn't quite right. After all the Pharaoh didn't-)
Katsuya throws the spirit back and down, still seething with rage. His eyes are narrowed with the emotion, but conflict of some kind twists across his face all the same, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
And somehow, he manages to say the first thing that comes to mind, an echo of the past coming forward on his lips.
"Better luck next time then, whoever y' are..!"