[Sakamoto feels a pang of guilt in his chest, as he's never been quite so openly angry with a friend before, only baring his teeth at people who don't deserve his kindness (that's a very short list). He understands, too, the desire to save everyone, to ensure that the other captives make it out of here as well.
After all, nobody intended to be here in the first place.
With a sigh, he sits down near Zura again, idly taking a strand of hair and brushing it from the other's face. Sakamoto lets his index finger linger behind Zura's ear, and instead of addressing what actually bothered him about the samurai's words, he decides to move on.
no subject
After all, nobody intended to be here in the first place.
With a sigh, he sits down near Zura again, idly taking a strand of hair and brushing it from the other's face. Sakamoto lets his index finger linger behind Zura's ear, and instead of addressing what actually bothered him about the samurai's words, he decides to move on.
To go forward.]
Zura.
You're not well.