"He seemed more angry and insecure than aiming for humiliation, to me," Hamuko hummed in thought, reaching back into the baggie from the corner store that Drake had run to for them. Ah hah, napkins.

"I still have a bit of... phantom pain, here," she gestured to her chest, right at her sternum - it'd been one of the harsher wounds she'd endured in the battle before deciding to sacrifice herself to stop that attack. "There were other wounds all over my arms and legs, but the chest really keeps sticking out in my brain, even though it's all gone."