[ There's no one like Shaxx to rely on in Tokyo. That's how he got like this, why it's so hard to just let himself be so openly distraught. But he's trying. Trying not to let the grim yakuza need to save face destroy something that he loves. He's not going to get another chance. When he goes back to Tokyo it will be as it always has been. There will be a target on his back and there will be thousands of eyes watching him for his strength.
He rests his forehead against a piece of armor, eyes lax. He's never let the armor bother him, he's always known that there is someone inside. ]
I missed you.
[ Maybe more to himself than to Shaxx, a little thing he didn't let himself align into a precise sentence before now. ]
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He rests his forehead against a piece of armor, eyes lax. He's never let the armor bother him, he's always known that there is someone inside. ]
I missed you.
[ Maybe more to himself than to Shaxx, a little thing he didn't let himself align into a precise sentence before now. ]