[ The words hit Yata like a physical punch and he flinches at the force of them, because it so closely echoes his own thoughts over the past few days - maybe even weeks - that he has no arguments ready to throw back. Probably wouldn't, even if he did. He looks away, subdued, before pushing to his feet again and rubbing at the back of his neck. ]
Heh. You're probably right. Fine. I'll mind my own business. But that still doesn't make it right.
[ But he's done arguing about it. For now, anyway. He doesn't say anything else, just turns to start walking away. ]
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Heh. You're probably right. Fine. I'll mind my own business. But that still doesn't make it right.
[ But he's done arguing about it. For now, anyway. He doesn't say anything else, just turns to start walking away. ]