Black Hole Sun
01-13-2021, 11:23 AM
Hattori said nothing. Time stretched on and on, the silence smothering as though it had seized Hattori's throat and cut off his airways. Hattori of course knew of the ambush and the chaos that had proceeded. Not knowing whether his followers were dead or alive was a burden he silently bared with greeted teeth and smothered guilt. But the loss of his cousin, his favoured cousin, hurt far more than he would ever care to admit. It did not come as a surprise, in the madness of it all he'd smelled the blood in the air and on the stranger's breaths but.... He blinked, cutting off that line of thought before it could twist and meander out of control. He would not lose his way as Raijin had. Thinking back the attack had clearly been well organised, enacted with surgical precision so pinprick sharp that it whittled down Hattori's list of suspects. With one name sitting right at the top ,underlined and written in bold. But it was hard to think, to focus on the facts when his cousin was adding his emotions into the fray, blurring the lines and complicating matters even more. As if Hattori didn't already have enough to deal with.
Even now Raijin was riddled with emotion, close to distraught. Whilst Hattori was distant, colder than the ocean breeze that ruffled his coat. Despite all he'd lost, his emotions and the pain just couldn't squeeze through his vice like grip. Hattori was a shadow of his father and that fact bothered him, a lot.
"And then what? What did you do?" He then asked because he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt that Raijin wouldn't, or rather simply couldn't, just leave matters as they were. He'd made things worse, Hattori could sense it like an incoming storm.