[what was going to be a knife to the gut barely turns in to a deep cut along the side; the man would scream, if Yurei's hand hadn't automatically moved over his mouth. as it is, he makes a muffled sound of pain, tears welling up in his eyes as his own hands fly weakly to the armored wrist holding him against the wall. one can imagine his thoughts; some variation of oh god, oh god, no doubt.
as for Yurei? he's still, shoulders hunched, not looking anywhere near One- but he's still. and tense, the rhythm of his breathing quickening to an arrhythmic pattern, heartbeat spiking as he awaits another command.]
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as for Yurei? he's still, shoulders hunched, not looking anywhere near One- but he's still. and tense, the rhythm of his breathing quickening to an arrhythmic pattern, heartbeat spiking as he awaits another command.]