[The first response, not the threat, is what brings life to Takasugi's eyes, with a slowly dawning smile of recognition, not of the boy, but of the churning sense of loss. The child he'd met died that night with his family.
What he's looking at now is not a man, but a creature born of misery and bitterness.
Takasugi relaxes into the other's grip, allowing himself to be held, leaning closer not out of defiance but out of intimacy. Teeth slip from his grin, a voiceless laugh preceding his reply.] There's a first time for everyone to be engulfed in flame, and that wasn't mine.
[Not a lie - he doesn't intend to spin a web - but a simple answer that allows Kanda to fill in the blanks himself. Direct his anger as he wishes, provided it can be controlled at all.]
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What he's looking at now is not a man, but a creature born of misery and bitterness.
Takasugi relaxes into the other's grip, allowing himself to be held, leaning closer not out of defiance but out of intimacy. Teeth slip from his grin, a voiceless laugh preceding his reply.] There's a first time for everyone to be engulfed in flame, and that wasn't mine.
[Not a lie - he doesn't intend to spin a web - but a simple answer that allows Kanda to fill in the blanks himself. Direct his anger as he wishes, provided it can be controlled at all.]