[ As Mine enters the room, he finds Nishikiyama seated in his usual chair with another man, face recognizable but maybe not name, bent over another table. White cloth sprawled, a tanto in handβ he's hesitating to cut the joint of his own pinky. Nishikiyama's eyes move to the door when Mine enter; a brief flicker, like the embers of a fire, before they go back to the person in front of him. Yubitsume shouldn't take this long. If a yakuza is remorseful, he'll cut it without a struggle. ]
You can't do it?
[ Coldly. His voice is cruel and mocking. Sweat and tears drip from the subordinate trying, but he hoarsely chokes out that he can and will. That he's sorry. Nishikiyama doesn't believe him, though, and his interest in the display is dwindling with Mine now present. ]
I can make it easier for you.
[ It's a dark offer, but just as it's put out, the yakuza cranks his tanto down. Cartilage and sinew give beneath the blade, and there's a disturbing thunk on the table. Breath hissing. The man quickly bundles his dismembered finger, staunching the joint and bleeding with what's left. ]
no subject
You can't do it?
[ Coldly. His voice is cruel and mocking. Sweat and tears drip from the subordinate trying, but he hoarsely chokes out that he can and will. That he's sorry. Nishikiyama doesn't believe him, though, and his interest in the display is dwindling with Mine now present. ]
I can make it easier for you.
[ It's a dark offer, but just as it's put out, the yakuza cranks his tanto down. Cartilage and sinew give beneath the blade, and there's a disturbing thunk on the table. Breath hissing. The man quickly bundles his dismembered finger, staunching the joint and bleeding with what's left. ]
Mine, call Arase.