Okay, now this was not what he was expecting to hear at all when he meets Yoite on this strange Imagination day where he decides to play pretend coffee shop owner. Yoite was not at all playing pretend, in comparison.
Though he doesn't look any more excited than his poker face would show; just small nuanced actions, widening eyes, and a finger under his chin. His world may not have ninjas, but hitmen were a reality. And neither would Roland necessarily judge Yoite. Everyone was different. Everyone had a tale to tell. Whatever decision spurred Yoite to become what he is, what he was, was neither Roland's business nor his to hold to account. It is what it is.
"Is the Shinra Banshou someone of great rank in the clan? Or a rival clan, maybe?" But apart from that - "I'm glad you made a friend in him, regardless. I can't imagine such a line of work to be easy on any given day."
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Though he doesn't look any more excited than his poker face would show; just small nuanced actions, widening eyes, and a finger under his chin. His world may not have ninjas, but hitmen were a reality. And neither would Roland necessarily judge Yoite. Everyone was different. Everyone had a tale to tell. Whatever decision spurred Yoite to become what he is, what he was, was neither Roland's business nor his to hold to account. It is what it is.
"Is the Shinra Banshou someone of great rank in the clan? Or a rival clan, maybe?" But apart from that - "I'm glad you made a friend in him, regardless. I can't imagine such a line of work to be easy on any given day."