[ What kind of daughter would she be though if she left him instead? What kind of sister...? Despite her convictions, however, Susato is inclined to listen to her father. She could move more quickly than him, she thinks, as well as host of other reasons why it makes sense--though all that seems to go out the proverbial window as soon as Kazuma speaks.
Her stomach and heart are in knots. She no longer wishes to speak about Kazuma as if he weren't here. Noting how he's glaring at Yujin, Susato takes a step forward, putting forth her arm that she had just freed in a protective manner over him. ]
Of course I will. But you can't-- [ She can't even say it. She doesn't want to imagine Kazuma attacking the man took care of him like a father, no matter how close it was to happening already. The very man who would also end up having to stitch his wounds. Somehow. ] You just can't. The pain will only get worse.
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[ What kind of daughter would she be though if she left him instead? What kind of sister...? Despite her convictions, however, Susato is inclined to listen to her father. She could move more quickly than him, she thinks, as well as host of other reasons why it makes sense--though all that seems to go out the proverbial window as soon as Kazuma speaks.
Her stomach and heart are in knots. She no longer wishes to speak about Kazuma as if he weren't here. Noting how he's glaring at Yujin, Susato takes a step forward, putting forth her arm that she had just freed in a protective manner over him. ]
Of course I will. But you can't-- [ She can't even say it. She doesn't want to imagine Kazuma attacking the man took care of him like a father, no matter how close it was to happening already. The very man who would also end up having to stitch his wounds. Somehow. ] You just can't. The pain will only get worse.
[ In more ways than one. ]
. . . Let him go.
[ Sorry, dad... (and hurry). ]