He wasn’t... [ he lets out a breath he forgot he was holding. kuroh’s been pretty easily fooled by lies before, but he doubts kusanagi has a reason to here. it had seemed out of character for the red clan to suddenly halt all pursuit, but in such a strange situation as the one they were in, it still hadn’t been particularly reassuring.
overcome by relief, kuroh lets his stoic demeanor retreat for the moment and smiles openly. there was no question about how he had come to regard shiro as a comrade after all this time together. but the momentary high of being told he won’t have to kill his closest friend subsides when he thinks about it. because kusanagi’s answer, while welcome, was pretty bare-bones. his expression turns thoughtful--it probably appears that he’s zoned out. the truth is that he has about three different ways he can proceed from here, and he’s not sure what to do. ]
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overcome by relief, kuroh lets his stoic demeanor retreat for the moment and smiles openly. there was no question about how he had come to regard shiro as a comrade after all this time together. but the momentary high of being told he won’t have to kill his closest friend subsides when he thinks about it. because kusanagi’s answer, while welcome, was pretty bare-bones. his expression turns thoughtful--it probably appears that he’s zoned out. the truth is that he has about three different ways he can proceed from here, and he’s not sure what to do. ]