[Having the tables get turned around on him, from Fuuka no less, all but caused him to go speechless for a split second. He'd been so determined to get this off his chest, because it was the only feasible compromise that he'd be able to live with if it meant she wouldn't get dragged into danger again. If things ended up going south, if he so much as had an impression that he was losing control of Castor again, knowing he didn't have to worry about her pulling a stunt like before would have made things easier.
And yet... he knew what her answer would be before she even opened her mouth.
There's a crease in the center of his forehead as his eyebrows knitted together, hidden under that mess of unkempt hair. He knew, but expecting it and hearing it were two different things and he couldn't stop that tiny bit of annoyance that was reflected back at her.]
Fuuka -- [Shinjiro cuts himself off, when realizing she wasn't done, but the tone he took made it obvious he wasn't about to back down, in fact it had been on the verge of nearly pleading with her. The last thing he wanted was to go through any of that again, wasn't even sure if he should be here now - but he conceded that keeping away wasn't about to solve this problem either.
However, he wasn't confident that her learning how to protect herself was a viable solution. It was necessary, yes, but gunfire - nonlethal gunfire, would not do much against a persona like his own. Knowing she was this determined, though, made it where he couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride that mingled with the conflicting feeling of knowing that he'd been the cause of it to start with.
If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have needed to - but would that have been better in a place like this? It wasn't like the dangers here were very predictable to start with, without his persona throwing itself into the mix, but they never had a reason to let her fight before. It's why they always kept her safely away from enemies because she was an important member to their team. The one that kept all of them together when they got separated, and though he understood she wasn't planning on throwing herself actively into battle, the idea of her being close to it was somewhat unnerving.
Finally, once he was certain she had nothing left to say, he'll make a point to drop his hands down to his sides. His mouth pressed together in a tight frown as he tilted his head forwards to stare at the spa's pathway.]
And what if you're not, huh? What if it happens tomorrow? Or the day after? Or next fuckin' week? You gonna be ready then?
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And yet... he knew what her answer would be before she even opened her mouth.
There's a crease in the center of his forehead as his eyebrows knitted together, hidden under that mess of unkempt hair. He knew, but expecting it and hearing it were two different things and he couldn't stop that tiny bit of annoyance that was reflected back at her.]
Fuuka -- [Shinjiro cuts himself off, when realizing she wasn't done, but the tone he took made it obvious he wasn't about to back down, in fact it had been on the verge of nearly pleading with her. The last thing he wanted was to go through any of that again, wasn't even sure if he should be here now - but he conceded that keeping away wasn't about to solve this problem either.
However, he wasn't confident that her learning how to protect herself was a viable solution. It was necessary, yes, but gunfire - nonlethal gunfire, would not do much against a persona like his own. Knowing she was this determined, though, made it where he couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride that mingled with the conflicting feeling of knowing that he'd been the cause of it to start with.
If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have needed to - but would that have been better in a place like this? It wasn't like the dangers here were very predictable to start with, without his persona throwing itself into the mix, but they never had a reason to let her fight before. It's why they always kept her safely away from enemies because she was an important member to their team. The one that kept all of them together when they got separated, and though he understood she wasn't planning on throwing herself actively into battle, the idea of her being close to it was somewhat unnerving.
Finally, once he was certain she had nothing left to say, he'll make a point to drop his hands down to his sides. His mouth pressed together in a tight frown as he tilted his head forwards to stare at the spa's pathway.]
And what if you're not, huh? What if it happens tomorrow? Or the day after? Or next fuckin' week? You gonna be ready then?