Please release me before breaking.
So long... In humiliation
The final art is your dead face
Each breath was heavy, his chest raising and falling in fast succession, the air he breathed in cool to the point it seemed to pierce his lungs, muscles throbbed with pain in rebellion to the vigorous workout he'd put his still healing body through but he cared little; if anything he welcomed the pain, took pleasure in harming himself for he thought he deserved it and worse. Standing there he glared at the woman, his expression of pure anger and frustration that he could no longer bother to hide. Her words washed over him and he blinked a few times before breathing out loudly and consciously forcing his muscles to relax and easing himself into a less aggressive stance; it wasn't Aeron's fault he'd been injured, it was his own and so there was no point in taking it out on the woman despite how tempting the idea was. “Not you're fault. Sorry, shouldn't have reacted like that” he spoke quietly, unsure whether she would hear his words or not but not caring either way.
Blinking a few more times he clenched and unclenched his hands until he felt he had his temper well enough under control and then moved to where he'd thrown his katana. Gingerly he picked the blade up, lifting it to eye level so he could inspect it and confirm he hadn't damaged the blade in his little fit of anger; once satisfied the damage to the blade was minimal he eased it back into it's sheath and once more turned to face the female. When he looked upon her words wormed in his head; pack, family, protect, such things only added to his guilt to the way he had responded to her presence, not that he'd let on that he felt guilty about his actions; he was too prideful for that. Taking a steadying breath he smiled at the woman, although he was sure it didn't reach his eyes he hoped she'd ignore such a small thing, “Hey, atleast the bear came out worse then I did” he responded to her question, the smile turning into a mischievous grin as he answered her without truly answering her. “What brings you all the way out here, Meiwakuna on'na?” he resorted to japanese at the end, wondering if she would be able to understand his words.
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