( Mika's gaze lingers on Tatara briefly as Robin comes to collect him, but he says nothing in addition; he has things to muddle over, and worry over, and fret about. He has weights to put up on his back, along with the rest of his sins.
It wouldn't happen again, even if he has to hurt himself to manage it. And if he is to work under Tatara, he has to be able to trust that he will not throw him to the wolves so carelessly again. Even a monster needs these small things to believe in.
He steps away with Robin quietly, likely to return to his post at the wall, until eventually Wanderer comes to scold him. He will withdraw to his room not long after that, as the injured return to their rooms and the helpers disperse, and he will be up through the rest of the night and day. )
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It wouldn't happen again, even if he has to hurt himself to manage it. And if he is to work under Tatara, he has to be able to trust that he will not throw him to the wolves so carelessly again. Even a monster needs these small things to believe in.
He steps away with Robin quietly, likely to return to his post at the wall, until eventually Wanderer comes to scold him. He will withdraw to his room not long after that, as the injured return to their rooms and the helpers disperse, and he will be up through the rest of the night and day. )