[ The simple response has a flood of emotions crashing against him, mind and body both filling with a silent seething rage that tempers into agony at his own inability to stop it. Just like Totsuka. Honami. It builds inside him until he feels he's going to burst with the pressure of it all. Mikoto knows he can't stop himself. Not right now. And this... what happened with his temple. It wouldn't end there, so he turns away from it all. From Totsuka, his men. He can't control it. ]
Don't follow.
[ He tells him as he suddenly disappears, using the last of his strength to teleport himself under neath the rubble of his temple where his room still lay intact. It was made specifically for him, a structure he could not burn, a home he could not destroy and even beneath the rubble that covered it, the room lay intact dozens of feet beneath the ruins of the ruins of his temple, a fitting place for the King to fall. ]
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Don't follow.
[ He tells him as he suddenly disappears, using the last of his strength to teleport himself under neath the rubble of his temple where his room still lay intact. It was made specifically for him, a structure he could not burn, a home he could not destroy and even beneath the rubble that covered it, the room lay intact dozens of feet beneath the ruins of the ruins of his temple, a fitting place for the King to fall. ]