[There is no avoiding. Kamukura watches levelly as Komaeda lifts his hand-- and for a moment red eyes close. Accepting. As though every one of his words and actions were to lead right up to this slap.]
--ngh.
[His face snaps to one side from the force of the slap, and the noise that leaves him sounds a bit too startled and pained to be Kamukura. His eyes stretch open wide and he stares at the wall, toward where that mangled, bashed and bloody corpse of the man Kamukura stomped into death is sprawled.
He smells it. Hinata feels the scent of the blood hitting him at once (meat and death), but what follows afterward is the sharp, stinging pain in his cheek from the strike from Komaeda's prosthetic, that lovely and powerful hand he made for him.
He turns his face to look at him slowly, blinking, that numbing ache slowly waking him up further.]
--a...h... I...
[Killed. Beheaded. Sliced them open. Stabbed and stomped and stomped.]
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--ngh.
[His face snaps to one side from the force of the slap, and the noise that leaves him sounds a bit too startled and pained to be Kamukura. His eyes stretch open wide and he stares at the wall, toward where that mangled, bashed and bloody corpse of the man Kamukura stomped into death is sprawled.
He smells it. Hinata feels the scent of the blood hitting him at once (meat and death), but what follows afterward is the sharp, stinging pain in his cheek from the strike from Komaeda's prosthetic, that lovely and powerful hand he made for him.
He turns his face to look at him slowly, blinking, that numbing ache slowly waking him up further.]
--a...h... I...
[Killed. Beheaded. Sliced them open. Stabbed and stomped and stomped.]
...Nagito.