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[oversmiling]

[Seishirou was at a Disadavantage. A considerable one, at that: his powers weren't working, his head was pounding with a headache that he refused to let slow him, and he had no idea where he was. He had not come here of his own will, and he hadn't, honestly, the slightest idea of whose will it was.

He was not going to let it deter him, of course; it was a setback. It was manageable, and he would conquer it. Setbacks in general were an acceptable, if irritating, problem.

If he ran into the twins now, it would be a complicated bluff to fend off Kamui-- assuming, of course, that Kamui himself was not under the same limitations that Seishirou was.

Well. Nothing to do but explore the situation, then. He nudged a piece of the sarcophagus he'd awoken in with his foot, noting the others broken nearby.

There were more people, then.]

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[oversleeping]

I'm not. [The statement is blunt, but not exactly unkind. Finally, he allows himself to glance around the room, though his gaze doesn't stray far from Seishirou.] I don't enjoy being imprisoned. [Or having Kamui taken away from him.]

[oversmiling]

The company you keep can make all the difference. [which isn't to say that he enjoys this imprisonment, or that there aren't things he would change about it-- but Subaru is here. Subaru is here, and within reach, and Seishirou is satisfied with that, if not with his surroundings.]