[ The truth is no, he's not. He feels sick after all's said and done. This all also feels like a slap in his face, like it's meant as yet another slight to his pride. Spending so long starving in the streets, scrounging for scraps like a wild dog makes it extremely hard for him to turn down perfectly good food.
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He doesn't have a choice here. He just shrugs again and wordlessly sits down at one of the set places. There's booze, at least, which is more so what he wants. Izō picks at his food like a sullen child.
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He doesn't have a choice here. He just shrugs again and wordlessly sits down at one of the set places. There's booze, at least, which is more so what he wants. Izō picks at his food like a sullen child.
All in all, a pathetic sight. ]