[ Something about what Owen says cuts deep, right through the source of his resentment. Gentaro already has enough marks on his soul. He doesn't need any more. For a moment, he's aware that the resentment is not all his, but that moment is all it takes.
Dice, Ramuda, and-- him, too. What would they say, what would they think if they found out he'd taken a life? It's that love for them that burns right through the resentment.
He steps back, releasing Owen. Once the ghoul exits his body, Gentaro looks shaken. It doesn't last long; he doesn't want to give Owen even more ammo. The mask returns, unreadable as ever, but he knows it can't be as convincing as he would like. ]
... I'm afraid I cannot allow you the satisfaction.
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Dice, Ramuda, and-- him, too. What would they say, what would they think if they found out he'd taken a life? It's that love for them that burns right through the resentment.
He steps back, releasing Owen. Once the ghoul exits his body, Gentaro looks shaken. It doesn't last long; he doesn't want to give Owen even more ammo. The mask returns, unreadable as ever, but he knows it can't be as convincing as he would like. ]
... I'm afraid I cannot allow you the satisfaction.