[ For a few long minutes, Saitou stays eerily quiet. Although the fury hasn't left his eyes, and his fists are still curled like he wants to punch something, but he's not. Instead he's... unusually still. And staring ahead blankly, probably at nothing in particular. He'd really taken his family away. He'd gone through with his threat. He didn't even know what kind of family that son of a bitch had taken away--
His fist pounds the wall he's leaning against once more before that rage starts to subside. But it's very gradual.
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His fist pounds the wall he's leaning against once more before that rage starts to subside. But it's very gradual.
Then: ] He can't get away with this. He can't.