[And something in him burns up a bit at that, and he's tempted to approach, to lash out or yell or do something, but as it stands he just freezes, and even when he manages to release some of it he just folds his arms only for his hands to immediately tighten against his sleeves.]
Is there anything left?
[He fidgets a bit, gesturing vaguely in Banjou's general direction.]
no subject
Is there anything left?
[He fidgets a bit, gesturing vaguely in Banjou's general direction.]
Of...him.