His lashes immediately flutter. In a matter of a few seconds, he can feel the anguish in her grasp.]
That's despicable.
[The chopsticks fall, clinking against the edge of the bowl and spilling a bit of the broth. Sakamoto reaches for her hand, intwining his fingers in her own.]
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His lashes immediately flutter. In a matter of a few seconds, he can feel the anguish in her grasp.]
That's despicable.
[The chopsticks fall, clinking against the edge of the bowl and spilling a bit of the broth. Sakamoto reaches for her hand, intwining his fingers in her own.]
What a no-good piece of shit.