[ Yato can feel the tension in Yukine's hand on his sleeve. He leans his elbow back to touch Yukine, hoping the contact, slight as it is, will help. ]
My father.
[ This is all just a fog scenario, he isn't really ratting his dad out, he reminds himself. He holds little affection for his father in this life and the last -- and yet a distinct pang of nervousness hits Yato at the thought of betraying him. ]
I don't know his name, but I know what he looks like. I've seen ayakashi do his bidding.
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My father.
[ This is all just a fog scenario, he isn't really ratting his dad out, he reminds himself. He holds little affection for his father in this life and the last -- and yet a distinct pang of nervousness hits Yato at the thought of betraying him. ]
I don't know his name, but I know what he looks like. I've seen ayakashi do his bidding.