| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|01:33 am] |
"I don't know," Genma said quietly. Her look at his hands drew his own gaze downward. "I don't know, dammit." It was an insoluble problem. He sighed heavily and dragged his hand through his damp hair. "I thought I'd ask him to go for my hands in a spar, after that time I talked to you last. Try to do exactly that, root out the weakness. But after what happened with him and you... I just don't know."
He wondered how much Tsume actually knew about what had happened after Raidou left--the drinking, the bar fight, their night in jail. "Rai said he knew you were unstable. Knew he was putting himself in a dangerous spot. But he still came damn close to a bad break, even knowing that. If you could do that to him, then I know I could. I could probably do it way, way worse."
They could hurt each other, maybe beyond repair. Maybe that was Tsume's point. |
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