Ā Ā heās shaking. Nervous and dangling from the ledge, he tip-toed Ā Ā around his words and kept his sentences short and restrainedāĀ Ā Ā like a feline stepping around Ā a Ā scorching Ā tin Ā roof Ā he Ā danced Ā Ā around his words out of fear of Kirigiri Ā would Ā find Ā one Ā of Ā them Ā Ā Ā distasteful.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā In all honesty, his presence was enough. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Your leg. How is it? ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Healing, sir. ā
Short statements. Agree with everything, even if it was against him. This is what fear was. Torture could not compare with the current situation. One wrong word and he would never live the same way again. He thought about his next words. Should he thank the President for considering his health, or was that too much? He felt steam pouring from his ears as he tried to figure out the enigma that was Jin Kirigiri.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āPlease... forgive my neglective actions.Ā ā















