[There's a degree of forcefulness within his voice, anger that he hates bubbling beneath his skin. He hates feeling like this, hates when it gets so close to the surface that he begins to sound like his father. Images of the man dance behind his mind, and he flinches visibly.]
With two of our number now meant to recover, there are less of us to protect those of the Grove. We cannot afford to sit back.
[He cannot afford to sit back. Not when his brother, or any of the other children, could just as easily be swept up in this mess.]
Let us begin moving. We have already taken up enough time.
[He'll relent... to a point. He'll walk with him, will lean on his shoulder - pointedly with the side less marred by corruption - but will not drop the issue entirely. How could he, when its so incredibly obvious that something is eating him alive from the inside out.]
Will you tell me what's wrong while we walk at least? There's time...
[A huff of a sigh, another small allowance-]
I'll drop whatever it is when we get there if it means you just... talk to me, Kyojuro.
[He doesn't want to. His role is one of protection. Burdening others with his woes goes against everything he's been taught to stand for. But even he can see that he will not be getting out of this unscathed. Not without talking about himself.
In the end, he chooses something recent. Something that will surely distract Tengen, and leave him more concerned with someone aside from Kyojuro himself.]
Shinazugawa and I fought. He was most upset that I did not return immediately to find you, even after I insisted that you would be upset if I did not see him to the clinic first.
[The distraction is momentary, and his tone in response is affectionate. Tengen can picture how the fight had gone, neither one of the stubborn men he cares for so deeply willing to give an inch.
The reasons running deeper under the fight, though, were of more concern... and not something he had the ability to put to rest. He could help shoulder the pain, surely, but either one of them - or, ideally... laughably, both - would need to open up before he could.]
It's still bothering you? Or... is there something else?
[Considering the way their bodies have settled against one another, Tengen will undoubtedly feel the way Kyojuro stiffens. If he were a swearing man, an oath might have escaped his lips. He wants nothing more than to leave this conversation behind them, and focus instead on Tengen's recovery.
He says nothing for a long while, hoping that silence will be enough of an answer. When it only eats at the back of Kyojuro's mind, he instead shakes his head.]
I told you, I do not wish to speak of this right now. [In the distance, through the rain, Kyojuro makes out the clinic.] We are almost there, and I would not wish to upset Sanemi by hashing out the details in his presence.
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[There's a degree of forcefulness within his voice, anger that he hates bubbling beneath his skin. He hates feeling like this, hates when it gets so close to the surface that he begins to sound like his father. Images of the man dance behind his mind, and he flinches visibly.]
With two of our number now meant to recover, there are less of us to protect those of the Grove. We cannot afford to sit back.
[He cannot afford to sit back. Not when his brother, or any of the other children, could just as easily be swept up in this mess.]
Let us begin moving. We have already taken up enough time.
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[He'll relent... to a point. He'll walk with him, will lean on his shoulder - pointedly with the side less marred by corruption - but will not drop the issue entirely. How could he, when its so incredibly obvious that something is eating him alive from the inside out.]
Will you tell me what's wrong while we walk at least? There's time...
[A huff of a sigh, another small allowance-]
I'll drop whatever it is when we get there if it means you just... talk to me, Kyojuro.
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In the end, he chooses something recent. Something that will surely distract Tengen, and leave him more concerned with someone aside from Kyojuro himself.]
Shinazugawa and I fought. He was most upset that I did not return immediately to find you, even after I insisted that you would be upset if I did not see him to the clinic first.
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[The distraction is momentary, and his tone in response is affectionate. Tengen can picture how the fight had gone, neither one of the stubborn men he cares for so deeply willing to give an inch.
The reasons running deeper under the fight, though, were of more concern... and not something he had the ability to put to rest. He could help shoulder the pain, surely, but either one of them - or, ideally... laughably, both - would need to open up before he could.]
It's still bothering you? Or... is there something else?
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He says nothing for a long while, hoping that silence will be enough of an answer. When it only eats at the back of Kyojuro's mind, he instead shakes his head.]
I told you, I do not wish to speak of this right now. [In the distance, through the rain, Kyojuro makes out the clinic.] We are almost there, and I would not wish to upset Sanemi by hashing out the details in his presence.