[When Oowada has a grip on the bowl (Togami wasn't exactly expecting him to comply so quickly), Togami picks up the bowl of powdered ginger, flour, and baking powder and starts mixing it in carefully.
It's not that he was unaffected by the events at the school. It's that his entire life he's been trained to internalize his emotions, to bottle them up and never let them show. He didn't have the luxury of a talent where he could lash out at the drop of a hat. His was a world of passive aggression, of ruthless backstabbing. The world of business was not unlike the mutual killing game.
It was the personal aspects of the latter that got under his defenses and haunted him to this day.]
I haven't been. But complaining won't make the ground any softer or the weather any milder.
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It's not that he was unaffected by the events at the school. It's that his entire life he's been trained to internalize his emotions, to bottle them up and never let them show. He didn't have the luxury of a talent where he could lash out at the drop of a hat. His was a world of passive aggression, of ruthless backstabbing. The world of business was not unlike the mutual killing game.
It was the personal aspects of the latter that got under his defenses and haunted him to this day.]
I haven't been. But complaining won't make the ground any softer or the weather any milder.
[He bristles like a cat at the comparison.]
Celestia and I are hardly from the same circles.