[Isaka is sitting with his loss and confusion, waiting for Tachibana to simply leave. He will leave, won't he? He has made his point. He has grown far, far past him as Garren, and there is no way that he can possibly avenge himself now. He cannot feel the man's mind, cannot will telekinetic force to gather... he is human and he is helpless and he hates this so much.
That offered hand is so unexpected, Isaka does not immediately realize that it is a thing. But the shape at the corner of his eye eventually catches his attention, and he brings himself to look at it.. then run his gaze up Tachibana's arm and to his face. What? Why?
...if he's foolish enough to offer him that sort of mercy, he'd be a fool if he didn't take advantage of it. He grasps the man's hand, looks away, and with gritted teeth and a long and stifled groan of pain, he accepts that help in standing up.
Once he's standing, though, he feels a thrill of something entirely unfamiliar, originating from where their hands are touching. It runs up his arm, settles in his chest, eases his pains... so of course, he reflexively pulls his hand away afterwards, to stare at his palm in confusion.]
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That offered hand is so unexpected, Isaka does not immediately realize that it is a thing. But the shape at the corner of his eye eventually catches his attention, and he brings himself to look at it.. then run his gaze up Tachibana's arm and to his face. What? Why?
...if he's foolish enough to offer him that sort of mercy, he'd be a fool if he didn't take advantage of it. He grasps the man's hand, looks away, and with gritted teeth and a long and stifled groan of pain, he accepts that help in standing up.
Once he's standing, though, he feels a thrill of something entirely unfamiliar, originating from where their hands are touching. It runs up his arm, settles in his chest, eases his pains... so of course, he reflexively pulls his hand away afterwards, to stare at his palm in confusion.]