[He's thinking of Misao and how it would take a whole precint's worth of policemen to keep her away from Kanryuu's jail cell. She'd never met him, but by Kwannon, he knows very well that she would beat him to a bloody pulp till he looked nothing remotely human. Then he would wish Battousai had killed him all those months ago.]
[With color since returned to his face, he seems to be back to his usual stone-cold disposition. He stares at the ceiling, watching shadows shift up there via the streetlights cast through the window.]
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[He's thinking of Misao and how it would take a whole precint's worth of policemen to keep her away from Kanryuu's jail cell. She'd never met him, but by Kwannon, he knows very well that she would beat him to a bloody pulp till he looked nothing remotely human. Then he would wish Battousai had killed him all those months ago.]
[With color since returned to his face, he seems to be back to his usual stone-cold disposition. He stares at the ceiling, watching shadows shift up there via the streetlights cast through the window.]
[Then:]
Was it your intent to let him have you so easily?
[He doesn't mean the assassin.]