While Dokja's busy witnessing the entirety of his cursed life in 500x speed, Matsui's watching his face - the blood draining from it, but also any expressions that shift across, the tilt of his brow, the look in his eye. There's a bizarre intensity to his scrutiny, like something old and alien studying an unfamiliar thing.
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While Dokja's busy witnessing the entirety of his cursed life in 500x speed, Matsui's watching his face - the blood draining from it, but also any expressions that shift across, the tilt of his brow, the look in his eye. There's a bizarre intensity to his scrutiny, like something old and alien studying an unfamiliar thing.
And then he says:]
You were enjoying a meal together.
[Help.]