[Takasugi knows the power of memory. Looking into the past can be as visceral as witnessing the present - scenes churn and repeat while the observer's gut grows more and more strangled by old ties.
Far more valuable than Joy was the weight of the gun in Kanda's hands, the release of adrenaline as he snapped at the strange one-eyed man, and the expression he imagined on his sister's face when she was given the panda.
Watching control wash over the fettered creature, Takasugi's posture slackens. Disappointment replaces adrenaline in his veins, the promise of a fight snuffed before it could come to fruition. Their blades would sit in the fire longer, steel tempering for the day the other's conditioned humanity finally cracked.
Takasugi breathes a condescending chuckle in reply to Kanda's predicament, giving the other a lingering gaze before turning to the bartender and ordering him a drink. Something strong.] Now we're even. Try it, and if the flavor isn't to your taste we'll find another.
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Far more valuable than Joy was the weight of the gun in Kanda's hands, the release of adrenaline as he snapped at the strange one-eyed man, and the expression he imagined on his sister's face when she was given the panda.
Watching control wash over the fettered creature, Takasugi's posture slackens. Disappointment replaces adrenaline in his veins, the promise of a fight snuffed before it could come to fruition. Their blades would sit in the fire longer, steel tempering for the day the other's conditioned humanity finally cracked.
Takasugi breathes a condescending chuckle in reply to Kanda's predicament, giving the other a lingering gaze before turning to the bartender and ordering him a drink. Something strong.] Now we're even. Try it, and if the flavor isn't to your taste we'll find another.