[This was what he wanted. He grips the lance again and bolts toward Hisoka. This was what he wanted. To fight, to have his opponent fight back.
He expected Shinjiro to struggle and beg forgiveness or explode in a rage and try to kill him. Not to accept and express just as much regret as Ken had, if not more so. He had just wanted something to justify his rage so he could believe in it fully, to overwrite how empty he really felt underneath all that. The pain in his jaw, the blood in his mouth, the aches all over his body. He liked fighting Shadows. He enjoyed this somewhere inside of himself, though he had never considered it this way.
He swings. The blade cuts through the air faster than it has this entire fight, and he follows it up with another whether it hits or not. He kicks the ground, twists, and thrusts the butt of it up at Hisoka's throat.]
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He expected Shinjiro to struggle and beg forgiveness or explode in a rage and try to kill him. Not to accept and express just as much regret as Ken had, if not more so. He had just wanted something to justify his rage so he could believe in it fully, to overwrite how empty he really felt underneath all that. The pain in his jaw, the blood in his mouth, the aches all over his body. He liked fighting Shadows. He enjoyed this somewhere inside of himself, though he had never considered it this way.
He swings. The blade cuts through the air faster than it has this entire fight, and he follows it up with another whether it hits or not. He kicks the ground, twists, and thrusts the butt of it up at Hisoka's throat.]