[Kashuu isn't quite able to do that, because now the idea has anchored itself in his head that they were here, and that even if they were brought back, it was only two - and they still suffered, and so damn many of them must have come through here and it's unforgivable. It's really unforgivable.
His grip on the items remains knuckle-white, but as he stands there listening and thinking and wondering and looking, the shock and fear that had thrummed through him so strongly begins to bleed out, and the tide of consumptive rage rushes in to fill the gaps.]
gently pokes ur eyes...
His grip on the items remains knuckle-white, but as he stands there listening and thinking and wondering and looking, the shock and fear that had thrummed through him so strongly begins to bleed out, and the tide of consumptive rage rushes in to fill the gaps.]
Whatever happened here— I'll find out. I'll definitely find out.
[And he won't let anything stop him when he seeks blood for blood.]