[Kotetsu simply skids to a stop, holding his side in his hand as pangs of pain flash through his ribs. Lightning hurt, especially concentrated lightning. He swallows down a wave of nausea, glad that his powers are leaving room for him to not pass out outright.
2:50... 2:49... Focus, Kaburagi.]
Now can... we talk? Are you going to tell me what's going on?
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2:50... 2:49... Focus, Kaburagi.]
Now can... we talk? Are you going to tell me what's going on?
... Did you go back home? You're older...