[For all that he feels, he doesn't cry while she does. His face hardens, as does his tone. His hands go slack before one drops and the other wraps firmly around hers—not to strong-arm, but to be present.
Yin Yu's already leading them back. Zenitsu, now exuding a wave of calm rage, won't be cowed by her command.]
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Yin Yu's already leading them back. Zenitsu, now exuding a wave of calm rage, won't be cowed by her command.]
You're a good person, Beau. Let's go.