- Aug 6, 2014
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After working for so long to running, avoiding getting traced for centuries on, eventually all this was going to reach a point where Takeru would grow tired. But there was no sense of relief in conceding to Mikhainon because all it brought to him was discontent and a feeling of apprehension. Any feeling of regrets were already past him and all he felt was exhausted and defeated.
Takeru wouldn't allow it. He turned to look away, taking a step back from Mikhainon as he brushed his hand away from his face. Breathing deep with his eyes shut tight, he looked as though he tried to collect himself before turning to look back. "I have all the reason to be. I didn't try to get rid of you to amuse myself. You can't expect me to actually be happy about this, do you?"
Takeru wouldn't allow it. He turned to look away, taking a step back from Mikhainon as he brushed his hand away from his face. Breathing deep with his eyes shut tight, he looked as though he tried to collect himself before turning to look back. "I have all the reason to be. I didn't try to get rid of you to amuse myself. You can't expect me to actually be happy about this, do you?"