[Toushirou says nothing at first, studying the frozen bodies.
He can hear them, perhaps not the same way Botan can hear them perhaps, but he can. Toushirou is quiet before he suddenly drops down in front of one of the bodies.
A flick of his sword has the ice melting from around the head, expression unchanging when a bit of skin peeled off from its cheek. He's familiar with the need to be driven by something, so whatever he was planning, who knows how it'd go.]
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He can hear them, perhaps not the same way Botan can hear them perhaps, but he can. Toushirou is quiet before he suddenly drops down in front of one of the bodies.
A flick of his sword has the ice melting from around the head, expression unchanging when a bit of skin peeled off from its cheek. He's familiar with the need to be driven by something, so whatever he was planning, who knows how it'd go.]