[ Izō sits quietly for once in his life and doesn't interrupt. Loyalty is something of a sore spot for him. People he'd been unfalteringly loyal to had betrayed him...Would this end the same? Trusting others again has been difficult, to say the least, but these two have proven themselves to him over and over again.
The cup feels heavy in his hand as he picks it up. He doesn't say anything, doesn't look at anything other than the cup for some time. His thoughts race and Karasu's interjections of "it's going to end the same way" aren't helping matters. He should do something, say something...but what can he say? That he has doubts because they might stab him in the back later?
It's foolish to even think of such a thing. He looks up finally before taking a sip and passing his cup. Better to act and just not speak in this case. They don't need to hear his doubts. ]
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The cup feels heavy in his hand as he picks it up. He doesn't say anything, doesn't look at anything other than the cup for some time. His thoughts race and Karasu's interjections of "it's going to end the same way" aren't helping matters. He should do something, say something...but what can he say? That he has doubts because they might stab him in the back later?
It's foolish to even think of such a thing. He looks up finally before taking a sip and passing his cup. Better to act and just not speak in this case. They don't need to hear his doubts. ]