Kenshin stopped his folding, stopped his smiling, stopped everything. The absent-minded rurouni completely vanished and a warrior sat in his place, sharp and suspicious and ready to act if given motivation. It was the madwoman from that night, the one who had thrown Kenshin off of the second-floor balcony to dispose of him and then killed his young companion, Shito, in cold blood. Kenshin's fists clenched underneath the table. One more that he hadn't been able to save, and the murderess--the stark reminder of his failure--sitting right in front of him. Sneering.
"What do you want?" he asked, deceptively calm (though lacking his usual politeness). "You've been quiet these last few days. This one had thought that we were finally rid of a killer, but apparently that is not the case."
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Kenshin stopped his folding, stopped his smiling, stopped everything. The absent-minded rurouni completely vanished and a warrior sat in his place, sharp and suspicious and ready to act if given motivation. It was the madwoman from that night, the one who had thrown Kenshin off of the second-floor balcony to dispose of him and then killed his young companion, Shito, in cold blood. Kenshin's fists clenched underneath the table. One more that he hadn't been able to save, and the murderess--the stark reminder of his failure--sitting right in front of him. Sneering.
"What do you want?" he asked, deceptively calm (though lacking his usual politeness). "You've been quiet these last few days. This one had thought that we were finally rid of a killer, but apparently that is not the case."