[the hood comes back, and - it is. it is kashuu, but the eyes are wrong. they're red, bright red. it's the only bit of color he possesses. and he looks frightened.
he doesn't know what's happening.
his hands come up and grasp yasusada, holding either side of his face, clutching, digging his nails in and dragging them down his cheeks, leaving bright red marks. he can't speak.]
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he doesn't know what's happening.
his hands come up and grasp yasusada, holding either side of his face, clutching, digging his nails in and dragging them down his cheeks, leaving bright red marks. he can't speak.]