[Shinjiro does have the look of someone who would intentionally knock over a child's snowman, doesn't he. It's pretty much the only part of being intimidating he can actually manage, since spending five minutes interacting with him tends to disabuse people of that notion, somehow. Thanks Yukari.
But regardless of intentions, the first snowman was knocked down, and Shinjiro had found himself in a pile of bodies. Takame's voice is faraway and distorted, as if underwater, and he doesn't really react as the older man cuts off the nearest body from his line of sight. His mind sees it clearly enough as it is--a young woman laying unseeing, blank, into the green sky up above, crushed and mangled and broken under the caved in roof. He stares out through Takame like he's not even here, lost in that place.]
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But regardless of intentions, the first snowman was knocked down, and Shinjiro had found himself in a pile of bodies. Takame's voice is faraway and distorted, as if underwater, and he doesn't really react as the older man cuts off the nearest body from his line of sight. His mind sees it clearly enough as it is--a young woman laying unseeing, blank, into the green sky up above, crushed and mangled and broken under the caved in roof. He stares out through Takame like he's not even here, lost in that place.]