[The closer she gets, the more his eyes glow, burning almost too brightly, but aside from that fire, as she speaks he listens very carefully to her words, stilling. His jaw is clenched, still in anger, but it's all right if she knows he's angry with her. He doesn't care about that being obvious.]
[But it's especially telling when she blatantly threatens Fuuma's life to his face like that, when she speaks of him in that tone... his anger becomes less on edge panic and more a similarly cold, impenetrable hatred. He watches her with less of a reaction, not exactly considering what she says but sizing it up, with the one most important thing in this situation clear to him.]
[There's no way he would allow any of it. He drops his head forward to break the held gaze between them, hair all over his face... and devoid of any mirth, Kamui laughs.]
Murder.
[It's funny, really--the weapon she's clearly used to wielding, rendered useless in most situations here where the dead simply come back. How many people even knew that little detail anymore? Yet Jamie caught a stubborn fool in this place who would protect what's his even from the temporary death of Miracle Country.]
You sound so sure that you would withstand it. My blood in your veins, warping your very being.