[ Okuyasu's heart is hammering in his throat — a repetitive strangling of his breath that keeps reminding him of the arrow, and being good enough to gain a destructive power but not good enough for anything else he'd ever privately wished to suddenly have.
He tries to swallow it down when they finally get to the roof. ]
How come you don't give a shit about what just happened? [ It's a question that's maybe bigger than this specific incident, so maybe that's what pushes it to the front of Okuyasu's brain. He's accusatory and guarded but he still follows Nishiki out onto the roof, angry and not sure where to put all his confrontational energy when he's told ask questions and not to fight him. ]
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He tries to swallow it down when they finally get to the roof. ]
How come you don't give a shit about what just happened? [ It's a question that's maybe bigger than this specific incident, so maybe that's what pushes it to the front of Okuyasu's brain. He's accusatory and guarded but he still follows Nishiki out onto the roof, angry and not sure where to put all his confrontational energy when he's told ask questions and not to fight him. ]