Takasugi's gaze fell on the gun aimed right for his head. He knew one shot would kill him off completely, and that's all it would take. Still... the monk didn't shoot him, even knowing that Takasugi was anything but an innocent.
That was the funny thing about moral obligations, wasn't it? They could prove so detrimental. Men stripped of them always came out on top.
"1..." Takasugi began counting, finishing those last strides.
"...2...," he continued, his face just as steady and unchanging as ever.
If one knew what to look for, they could see the hunger that lingered behind his eye, setting him apart from any normal person. He no longer bore the look of someone rational but an animal that knew only of feeding its own voracious appetite and that bade him to close those last few steps in between.
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That was the funny thing about moral obligations, wasn't it? They could prove so detrimental. Men stripped of them always came out on top.
"1..." Takasugi began counting, finishing those last strides.
"...2...," he continued, his face just as steady and unchanging as ever.
If one knew what to look for, they could see the hunger that lingered behind his eye, setting him apart from any normal person. He no longer bore the look of someone rational but an animal that knew only of feeding its own voracious appetite and that bade him to close those last few steps in between.