[Things would be easier, he thinks, if he could scream, or cry, or punch the wall. If he were prone to any sort of strong outward emotions, maybe it would help him somehow. But he can't. It just won't happen.
He searches for words helplessly for a moment, breaths still coming in shaky hitches.]
I... I don't know. I. What am I supposed to do. I can't follow him. [Yes, you could.] I won't, I--
[Raidou feels frozen. He can't move. He can't think. He doesn't know what to do or say or how to react in a way that befits a man of his station. All he can manage is to bring the hoodie to his chest and hold it close as he tries to figure it out.]
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He searches for words helplessly for a moment, breaths still coming in shaky hitches.]
I... I don't know. I. What am I supposed to do. I can't follow him. [Yes, you could.] I won't, I--
[Raidou feels frozen. He can't move. He can't think. He doesn't know what to do or say or how to react in a way that befits a man of his station. All he can manage is to bring the hoodie to his chest and hold it close as he tries to figure it out.]