[The mixture of emotion welling in him is probably stronger than any drug he's had recently. The samurai's face feels hot, his heart pounding, his chest tight. He also feels elated, like he'd just finished climbing to the summit of a tall mountain, and his ravaged body could finally begin its descent.
The way down from here seems like it's going to be rougher than he hoped.
He recognizes the look and his stomach drops to his feet, making him draw back away from him, tilting his face away. Kazuha feels almost breathless, like someone had come and stolen all the air from his lungs. He forgets to breathe, his eyes flicking across his features covered in fear. The samurai clutches his hand tighter, desperate now, terrified that he was watching it all crumble around him. Worst case scenario.]
Please don't leave.
[To be reduced to this, pleading with him to reject him gently. He thought he'd prepared for this, but he finds himself fumbling to think of what he'd chosen to say in this case. He looks downward.]
I didn't mean— I wasn't sure— I'm sorry, I was mistaken.
[He shouldn't have been so blind, so optimistic, in face of the clear lack of interest. Still, he thought to push onward anyway, to try.]
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The way down from here seems like it's going to be rougher than he hoped.
He recognizes the look and his stomach drops to his feet, making him draw back away from him, tilting his face away. Kazuha feels almost breathless, like someone had come and stolen all the air from his lungs. He forgets to breathe, his eyes flicking across his features covered in fear. The samurai clutches his hand tighter, desperate now, terrified that he was watching it all crumble around him. Worst case scenario.]
Please don't leave.
[To be reduced to this, pleading with him to reject him gently. He thought he'd prepared for this, but he finds himself fumbling to think of what he'd chosen to say in this case. He looks downward.]
I didn't mean— I wasn't sure— I'm sorry, I was mistaken.
[He shouldn't have been so blind, so optimistic, in face of the clear lack of interest. Still, he thought to push onward anyway, to try.]