[ He defaults to a scolded dog once the rage burns away. It's a defense mechanism. Maybe he won't get cast aside if he keeps his head down, if he stops being too much of a problem. It's why he asks for permission to go back inside; it's their place, yes, but Izō still thinks of himself as little more than an unwanted guest. He's been shown otherwise so many times, but it's so hard to let old wounds heal.
Izō keeps his head down, staring a hole into the concrete. ]
I can handle him. [ He doesn't know that. The chance it'll flare up again the moment he walks past the threshold is strong. It's not like he can just go somewhere else in the state he's in now, splashed with someone else's blood. ] Sorry...For always bein' too much.
[ He's really stuck in his own head now. Booze and time alone is probably the worst remedy for him, but that's the only way he knows how to cope. He'll drink enough to push the feelings down and pass out and wake up like nothing happened. Same as it always is. ]
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Izō keeps his head down, staring a hole into the concrete. ]
I can handle him. [ He doesn't know that. The chance it'll flare up again the moment he walks past the threshold is strong. It's not like he can just go somewhere else in the state he's in now, splashed with someone else's blood. ] Sorry...For always bein' too much.
[ He's really stuck in his own head now. Booze and time alone is probably the worst remedy for him, but that's the only way he knows how to cope. He'll drink enough to push the feelings down and pass out and wake up like nothing happened. Same as it always is. ]