WHO: Yukimura, Saitou, Zhao Yun
WHAT: Conversations about the aftermath + Nagashino + feelings things
WHERE: Resistance Army Camp
WARNING(S): To be determined?
[So we have a Saitou/Yukimura conversation and a Zhao Yun/Yukimura conversation happening up in here. GOOD? GOOD.]
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What's that thing they say? Turnabout is fair play?]
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Like... say... by taking your hand.]
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Don't think that he's going to let go anytime soon, either.]
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Yeah, uh. About that.It usually comes on suddenly, but there comes a point when one can't help but start recognizing the signs, and although Saitou could have almost written off the quickening of his pulse as just another side effect of the way Yukimura was looking at him...
He stands up, gently extracting his hand from Yukimura's.]
...excuse me for a moment, Yukimura-dono.
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[Now he's seriously confused. Did he do something wrong? What was going on? It takes him a moment to get his bearings, but once he does, he quickly stands up too.]
What is the matter?
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[- am looking kind of pale and starting to sweat and the pain's starting to kick in, NO BIG DEAL, RIGHT.
He grinds his teeth and tries to ignore it. He has to at least stay composed long enough to shoo Yukimura away.]
- I need a moment. Alone.
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You look unwell... I am not going to leave you alone in this state!
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You will, or -
[He cuts himself off, trying to suppress a gasp as he claws at his chest.]
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Hajime-dono... You said that there was nothing I could do to help, but that's not true. You need blood, don't you?
[Therefore, he knows what the logical conclusion here is.]
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It - it will pass.
[It has before, after all. A few hours of agony is survivable - and that's worth it to him, to not have to drink Yukimura's blood.]
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[It wouldn't be a huge sacrifice on his part, he doesn't think.]
Please, Hajime-dono.
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[One word is all he dares; it won't help his argument if his voice starts shaking as much as the rest of him.]
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[With that, Yukimura draws his short sword from its sheath. It's a low blow and he knows it, but he can't stand to see Saitou suffer like this either.]
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[His hand is halfway reaching to Yukimura's arm when he convulses and pulls back again.]
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