[After finding out about what his younger brother had been doing with his free time, everything had started to make sense. Even now, Takatora could tell exactly what was going on by how Mitsuzane was manipulating the conversation, cutting Takatora off before he would have a chance to question anything. It made him set his lips in a line and brought a sinking feeling to his stomach.
The fact that Mitsuzane could lie so easily to him, that Takatora had fallen for it so easily in the past... There were traits Mitsuzane had picked up on from both their father and from Takatora himself to act like this. To see that the brother Takatora continued to think of as the smiling child who never wanted to leave his side had started acting like this.... It was difficult.
It was a card Takatora had held close to him for a long time, knowing about the Beat Riders, their teams, and his brother's role as an Armored Warrior. He had never seen fit to use it. He had saved it and continued to even now, not wanting to waste it in such simple times. Normally, Takatora would have simply accepted the other's brushing him off, but today there was another item of concern.]
How are you feeling?
[Takatora turned and moved towards his brother, stepping in close without touching him. It always hurt too much when Mitsuzane flinched away from him, so physical contact was another action Takatora had tried to control.]
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The fact that Mitsuzane could lie so easily to him, that Takatora had fallen for it so easily in the past... There were traits Mitsuzane had picked up on from both their father and from Takatora himself to act like this. To see that the brother Takatora continued to think of as the smiling child who never wanted to leave his side had started acting like this.... It was difficult.
It was a card Takatora had held close to him for a long time, knowing about the Beat Riders, their teams, and his brother's role as an Armored Warrior. He had never seen fit to use it. He had saved it and continued to even now, not wanting to waste it in such simple times. Normally, Takatora would have simply accepted the other's brushing him off, but today there was another item of concern.]
How are you feeling?
[Takatora turned and moved towards his brother, stepping in close without touching him. It always hurt too much when Mitsuzane flinched away from him, so physical contact was another action Takatora had tried to control.]