[ That was an easy enough question for him to answer — the first one, anyway. The Disciple nods slowly in response, keeping one hand at his head. The pounding wasn't going away this time. Asougi, Asougi . . .
He glances over at the attorney, mask hiding his confusion as he furrows his brows. This wasn't anyone, just another face across the bench. But if that were true, then why does his heart seem to tighten at the obvious concern on his face? The desperation in that second question causes him to pause, hand tightening just a bit around the mask. Slowly, he pulls it off, setting it down to the side before resting a hand over half of his face again, as if that would will away the evergrowing pounding in his head.
His eyes shift over towards him, but there's no recognition there. ]
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He glances over at the attorney, mask hiding his confusion as he furrows his brows. This wasn't anyone, just another face across the bench. But if that were true, then why does his heart seem to tighten at the obvious concern on his face? The desperation in that second question causes him to pause, hand tightening just a bit around the mask. Slowly, he pulls it off, setting it down to the side before resting a hand over half of his face again, as if that would will away the evergrowing pounding in his head.
His eyes shift over towards him, but there's no recognition there. ]