[His voice lowers briefly, the slightest hint of warmth in it. Because, well, sometimes there are things where he has to soften. Hearing Tamaki want to keep as many people as possible alive when their enemy would probably like to slaughter them all is one of them.
But the brief moment passes as soon as it came, and he manages a brisk, almost callous nod.]
If possible.
[As if the loss of life is nothing. As if killing comes naturally.
Because out here, it seems to. And Kyouya's facade is always that which is expected of him, what he needs to be -- rather than what he really is.]
no subject
[His voice lowers briefly, the slightest hint of warmth in it. Because, well, sometimes there are things where he has to soften. Hearing Tamaki want to keep as many people as possible alive when their enemy would probably like to slaughter them all is one of them.
But the brief moment passes as soon as it came, and he manages a brisk, almost callous nod.]
If possible.
[As if the loss of life is nothing. As if killing comes naturally.
Because out here, it seems to. And Kyouya's facade is always that which is expected of him, what he needs to be -- rather than what he really is.]