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It was as expected, though he did not anticipate the fervour. That his daughter was closer to a wild animal, feral, almost panicked in her movements. No thought or consideration, just reactions. As his breathing slowed, he found himself wondering if he'd pushed too hard and been unreasonable. He would not admit the latter, but perhaps the former...

"Breathe." He told her, voice more level than before, a sturdy firmness in his tone like a stubborn oak tree that refused to die. "You know I will not hurt you."Because they were kin and in general Hattori did not make a habit of hurting those around him.

He moved then, pacing away a few steps to give Mochi some space. Never had been one to appreciate being crowded, personal space was a commodity in the Maze as far as Hattori was concerned.