"Tch, so cold-hearted," Satoru chides, as if he hadn't just been talking about subjecting them to a gauntlet of swinging axes before they've even gotten breakfast. "You'd think we could be a little more civilized that the cold law of nature, but I guess not."
It's not unusual to have a few novices die every season. It's usually no skin off of his bones, either.
He helpfully gets out of the way of the thralls, and leans up against the doorframe instead. "I teach hand to hand combat, of course I make them fight each other," he says blithely. Because weapons may be under the domain of the Reds, but none of the Courts own hand to hand combat, so he's free to be a little creative about what he picks. All of his other usual subjects -- mind control, Gold Court history and politics, and being cool as fuck -- are all firmly in the realm of Gold Court. "What's the alternate; they fight me?" Satoru pulls a scandalized face. "Then they really would lose all their limbs. I'm not that cruel."
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It's not unusual to have a few novices die every season. It's usually no skin off of his bones, either.
He helpfully gets out of the way of the thralls, and leans up against the doorframe instead. "I teach hand to hand combat, of course I make them fight each other," he says blithely. Because weapons may be under the domain of the Reds, but none of the Courts own hand to hand combat, so he's free to be a little creative about what he picks. All of his other usual subjects -- mind control, Gold Court history and politics, and being cool as fuck -- are all firmly in the realm of Gold Court. "What's the alternate; they fight me?" Satoru pulls a scandalized face. "Then they really would lose all their limbs. I'm not that cruel."