When he heard Muraki speak, it was as if something stopped working in Tsuzuki. He kept remembering the smoke, how sharp and cold the scalpel had been. It had been foolish of him to think that he wouldn't return. As much as Tsuzuki hated to admit it, they were like the other side of the same coin. One couldn't exist without the other.
Tsuzuki had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts and Muraki's words that he didn't realize what Hisoka was doing, at first. The tug on his clothes, the blatant wish to get out of the hospital was finally the push he needed in order to clear his head. Hisoka was in danger if they stayed. He shot Muraki one final look, before he let Hisoka lead them away.
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When he heard Muraki speak, it was as if something stopped working in Tsuzuki. He kept remembering the smoke, how sharp and cold the scalpel had been. It had been foolish of him to think that he wouldn't return. As much as Tsuzuki hated to admit it, they were like the other side of the same coin. One couldn't exist without the other.
Tsuzuki had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts and Muraki's words that he didn't realize what Hisoka was doing, at first. The tug on his clothes, the blatant wish to get out of the hospital was finally the push he needed in order to clear his head. Hisoka was in danger if they stayed. He shot Muraki one final look, before he let Hisoka lead them away.
"..Right. Right."