[At times Takame's temper would manifest in an explosive fury, not unlike the one he displayed when he rescued Rose from Castrum Abania. More often, and more dangerously, it would be silent where he would not speak, where he would feel nothing else but that fury enough that it dulled every other sense.
Even this moment being an example of the latter, he could not bring himself to bear steel against Rose. It was a feint, him arming himself again. For himself, really, a feint as if he really would attack her with them.
Looking down at the weapons in his hands, his eyes were barely visible save for a faint, eerie blue glow. He knew what he was, what he did. And he knew he cared too deeply for Rose for someone who was to be a blade for the Empire.]
... The Kami will judge me for what I've done. [He dropped his weapons.
Only for him to charge at her in the time it took her to blink, tackling her to the ground, keeping her there under his weight and keeping her unbroken hand bound by holding his hand over her arm.]
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Even this moment being an example of the latter, he could not bring himself to bear steel against Rose. It was a feint, him arming himself again. For himself, really, a feint as if he really would attack her with them.
Looking down at the weapons in his hands, his eyes were barely visible save for a faint, eerie blue glow. He knew what he was, what he did. And he knew he cared too deeply for Rose for someone who was to be a blade for the Empire.]
... The Kami will judge me for what I've done. [He dropped his weapons.
Only for him to charge at her in the time it took her to blink, tackling her to the ground, keeping her there under his weight and keeping her unbroken hand bound by holding his hand over her arm.]