[Senkimaru isn't sure how to react to this. While he knew red eyes (Chitose had them, after all), he had never seen a red-black eye. That and he didn't really like how the guy was looking at him.]
Eat?
[To be honest, he had the feeling it wouldn't be the normal kind of food a person had either - and his first instinct was to order this guy to stop in his tracks right now - but he sees the clenching and the un-clenching and he's reminded - on how hard it was to beat the sentan, on how he almost killed someone he really didn't want to kill and he stops himself from ordering.
He can still do so, he tells himself, before it becomes too bad.
And so, despite his better instincts that tell him to get the hell out of here, he doesn't go away, but takes a few steps towards the suffering man to support him, avoiding to directly look at him.]
Yeah, yeah, then tell me about the kind of food you need.
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Eat?
[To be honest, he had the feeling it wouldn't be the normal kind of food a person had either - and his first instinct was to order this guy to stop in his tracks right now - but he sees the clenching and the un-clenching and he's reminded - on how hard it was to beat the sentan, on how he almost killed someone he really didn't want to kill and he stops himself from ordering.
He can still do so, he tells himself, before it becomes too bad.
And so, despite his better instincts that tell him to get the hell out of here, he doesn't go away, but takes a few steps towards the suffering man to support him, avoiding to directly look at him.]
Yeah, yeah, then tell me about the kind of food you need.