Espio taps his foot as he assesses the damage. The busted down door. The psychic damage of having his poetry read.
Most of all: his shamisen.
Everything else is replaceable, but that part hurts him the most. Delicately, he picks up what remains of it and sighs in both exasperation and anger. At least his voice is steady if a bit stern when he says:]
Surge, if you're still around, I ask you reveal yourself.
action i guess!!
Espio taps his foot as he assesses the damage. The busted down door. The psychic damage of having his poetry read.
Most of all: his shamisen.
Everything else is replaceable, but that part hurts him the most. Delicately, he picks up what remains of it and sighs in both exasperation and anger. At least his voice is steady if a bit stern when he says:]
Surge, if you're still around, I ask you reveal yourself.