While it hadn't been entirely pleasant, Homura's walk in the courtyard had served to calm him to a degree. He was satisfied with that, feeling that at least for the present, he could think more easily. There was still a great deal he had to consider before night came, after all. Allelujah's visit would ultimately be short, and then Okita would arrive.
On the way back to his room, however, Homura saw a note that concerned him--and angered him. Whatever the reason for his comment, Homura doubted Shito had been sincere in his words, and that was something the demi-god wouldn't put up with at this juncture. The group he had organized had suffered enough already without its own members making sardonic remarks. With everything that had happened and had yet to come, such lines served no purpose.
Moreover, it was simply insulting. For all that he had lived through, Homura would not be called a coward.
Homura took a few bites of his meal, enough to satisfy his hunger without burdening himself for the night to come. Then he waited, writing in a notebook to pass the time, as he'd found great value in the activity as of late. His temper was obvious, however, even with his back to the door.
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On the way back to his room, however, Homura saw a note that concerned him--and angered him. Whatever the reason for his comment, Homura doubted Shito had been sincere in his words, and that was something the demi-god wouldn't put up with at this juncture. The group he had organized had suffered enough already without its own members making sardonic remarks. With everything that had happened and had yet to come, such lines served no purpose.
Moreover, it was simply insulting. For all that he had lived through, Homura would not be called a coward.
Homura took a few bites of his meal, enough to satisfy his hunger without burdening himself for the night to come. Then he waited, writing in a notebook to pass the time, as he'd found great value in the activity as of late. His temper was obvious, however, even with his back to the door.