[The words are muttered, still not too happy about the Kanji or Mitsuhide in general, but he tosses his own bloodied knife onto the table where it clatters loudly to a stop beside the other one.
Frowning one more time at the bloody marks, Cain tugs his suit back up and pushes his arms through the sleeves so he can get it done up again.
He gives Mitsuhide another wary once over as he steps toward the door and pushes it open, but for all of his whining and suspicion, he waits with the door propped open, not wanting it to close and lock Mitsuhide in again, though he doesn't say as much.]
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[The words are muttered, still not too happy about the Kanji or Mitsuhide in general, but he tosses his own bloodied knife onto the table where it clatters loudly to a stop beside the other one.
Frowning one more time at the bloody marks, Cain tugs his suit back up and pushes his arms through the sleeves so he can get it done up again.
He gives Mitsuhide another wary once over as he steps toward the door and pushes it open, but for all of his whining and suspicion, he waits with the door propped open, not wanting it to close and lock Mitsuhide in again, though he doesn't say as much.]