[Nothing changes because yams doesn't notice a difference--no I'm kidding.
The color is off-putting--that eerie glow far, far too reminiscent of their enemies, enough so that it sends a shiver through him. But that look of fear on his face strikes Yasusada's heart deeper than anything else could; it reminds him of blood and stars and a shaky, broken Yasusada? when he'd asked, What would you do if I broke?
Kashuu's(?) nails drag down his face, and it hurts--but with the hood back, Yasusada is free to try and grab them, to hold them tightly in his own.]
What is it? Kiyomitsu, I don't know, tell me--
[Why is he afraid? What are they fighting? What does he need to do?]
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The color is off-putting--that eerie glow far, far too reminiscent of their enemies, enough so that it sends a shiver through him. But that look of fear on his face strikes Yasusada's heart deeper than anything else could; it reminds him of blood and stars and a shaky, broken Yasusada? when he'd asked, What would you do if I broke?
Kashuu's(?) nails drag down his face, and it hurts--but with the hood back, Yasusada is free to try and grab them, to hold them tightly in his own.]
What is it? Kiyomitsu, I don't know, tell me--
[Why is he afraid? What are they fighting? What does he need to do?]