[ Nishitani's grip tightens on his cup the longer Emily speaks, and multiple times he wants to bark, he wants to bite, he wants to say I won't let go, I can't let go, I don't know how to let go-- but he doesn't. He swallows his tongue, because he trusts that she won't lie to him. Nishitani doesn't trust easy, not from a lifetime of lies that surrounded him, he the only one willing to be truthful every time he opened his mouth. Over time, he's learnt to speak the way he does so no one can use his own words against him anymore-- sex the only safe subject between underlings looking to rise ranks, no matter the price. Trust is difficult when everyone he's ever known had been sand between his fingers. ]
[ At the end, he finally takes his eyes away from where he'd turned them and looks directly at Emily. In front of her is Nishitani, patriarch of his own fucking clan-- but more than that: Nishitani, the man, Nishitani, hurt, Nishitani, vulnerable. He doesn't trust people. When he speaks, it's a child who speaks, wary from having his trust broken for the first time, but willing to extend it again. ]
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[ At the end, he finally takes his eyes away from where he'd turned them and looks directly at Emily. In front of her is Nishitani, patriarch of his own fucking clan-- but more than that: Nishitani, the man, Nishitani, hurt, Nishitani, vulnerable. He doesn't trust people. When he speaks, it's a child who speaks, wary from having his trust broken for the first time, but willing to extend it again. ]
Promise?