[He should have expected the hit. The way Mitsuzane had been talking, the anger Takatora could feel rolling off of him, and knowing that his words would strike the wrong chord... His face stings, aching with a pain he hasn't felt in years, but it's a sensation that immediately brings up unpleasant memories. In a rush, Takatora does his best to stifle them. The past isn't important. Not right now. ... probably not ever again.
Takatora keeps his head turned away, his gaze lowered. He allows Mitsuzane a few moments before he looks up again, moving his jaw in an attempt to get the pain to dull. It only makes it worse.
He'd messed up horribly if Mitsuzane had turned out like this...]
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Takatora keeps his head turned away, his gaze lowered. He allows Mitsuzane a few moments before he looks up again, moving his jaw in an attempt to get the pain to dull. It only makes it worse.
He'd messed up horribly if Mitsuzane had turned out like this...]
Do you feel better, Mitsuzane?