[Ask a question and receive one in turn. Not much of an answer, is it? Takasugi shakes his head with a chuckle, turning his attention towards fetching the kiseru pipe and tobacco satchel from his yukata.
He places the golden metal between his teeth, bite audible. There are so many impetuses for terrorism - he doesn't care to list them all.] Societies unite in times of peril. [An answer he's bored with, and obviously so.] Or, they're sewing unrest.
[Maybe enough such that they can reap the head of a country in the end.]
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He places the golden metal between his teeth, bite audible. There are so many impetuses for terrorism - he doesn't care to list them all.] Societies unite in times of peril. [An answer he's bored with, and obviously so.] Or, they're sewing unrest.
[Maybe enough such that they can reap the head of a country in the end.]