[ Like a piece of red hot metal dropped onto ice, the air around Muramasa is a pocket of heat and resistance. An eddy of warmth, with the very border between Yuta's cursed energy and Muramasa's shrinking magic resistance rippling in the air as the temperature drops on one side and begins to raise on the other. ]
That ain't your job!
[ Bristling, angry, cornered. He ignores the weak pleas of a boy in a dream, still not dead but dying like the last handful of coals in a cinder smothered hearth, who rattles his heart with the want to lean in to Yuta's arms, instead of pull away further. To let Yuta do what he wants, a familiar safe refuge after a terrible experience. Muramasa shoves the fading boy aside and tries to pull his indignation up higher as shield, calling it principle to ignore the want and shame. ]
It was my godddamn job to take care of you! [ And look where they are now. ] And since I royally fucked that one over, you could— could just—
[ Could what? Fuck off? Leave him alone? Let him get on his knees and beg with his last shred of dignity offered up in apology? Whatever he's trying to ask of Yuta just comes out in a strangled growl of frustration; he heaves at his captured wrists once again, the bone sword still rattling on the table behind him. ]
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That ain't your job!
[ Bristling, angry, cornered. He ignores the weak pleas of a boy in a dream, still not dead but dying like the last handful of coals in a cinder smothered hearth, who rattles his heart with the want to lean in to Yuta's arms, instead of pull away further. To let Yuta do what he wants, a familiar safe refuge after a terrible experience. Muramasa shoves the fading boy aside and tries to pull his indignation up higher as shield, calling it principle to ignore the want and shame. ]
It was my godddamn job to take care of you! [ And look where they are now. ] And since I royally fucked that one over, you could— could just—
[ Could what? Fuck off? Leave him alone? Let him get on his knees and beg with his last shred of dignity offered up in apology? Whatever he's trying to ask of Yuta just comes out in a strangled growl of frustration; he heaves at his captured wrists once again, the bone sword still rattling on the table behind him. ]