[tsurumaru...stop trying to court death, you're not Thanos. or Deadpool.
Doutanuki watches him sift through the scraps of people, or what he assumes to be scraps of them. For all he knows, it's possible that these are nothing more than props, traps put here to keep swords or other people from exploring further. He can't see what else is in the room, but he certainly doesn't trust that this altar is the only thing to be found down in this place.]
The place where they go, huh...? It's not all that exciting.
their house is the noisiest house
Doutanuki watches him sift through the scraps of people, or what he assumes to be scraps of them. For all he knows, it's possible that these are nothing more than props, traps put here to keep swords or other people from exploring further. He can't see what else is in the room, but he certainly doesn't trust that this altar is the only thing to be found down in this place.]
The place where they go, huh...? It's not all that exciting.
[Doutanuki shrugs, looking around the room.]
You lookin' for something in there?