[The frustration is so real and it only gets worse when Kanesada hears another voice. Oh. Maybe this place isn't as dead as he previously thought.
That's not necessarily a good thing and so his hand immediately goes to the hilt of his sword - his actual form - just in case he needs to fight his way out of here. The thought is actually kind of a welcome one, something familiar in this den of uncertainty. Fighting is something he's good at, too.
But he doesn't attack when the person emerges from the body pile, instead he watches, waiting to see what he'll do.
(He forgets, for now, the faint tear tracks on his face.)]
Whoever's in charge obviously has a weird sense of humor.
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That's not necessarily a good thing and so his hand immediately goes to the hilt of his sword - his actual form - just in case he needs to fight his way out of here. The thought is actually kind of a welcome one, something familiar in this den of uncertainty. Fighting is something he's good at, too.
But he doesn't attack when the person emerges from the body pile, instead he watches, waiting to see what he'll do.
(He forgets, for now, the faint tear tracks on his face.)]
Whoever's in charge obviously has a weird sense of humor.
[AKA he has no idea, dude.]