[ Wincing, Yata retracts his hand and balls it into a fist. Although his hand does hurt, he's used to any admonishment from Izumo. He knows it's that and nothing else—the tone Sousei uses is too familiar. His breathing never stills, but at the very least, there's an effort at keeping himself together. ]
No one turned up after our search, and now we're disappearing one by one. Doesn't it bother you?
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No one turned up after our search, and now we're disappearing one by one. Doesn't it bother you?