[And that...that actually manages to settle him a bit; it's a relief, in some sick way, to know that Kuwata is already aware of the situation. Maybe he's just tired of trying to defend Celes, because when it comes down to it he can't shake the feeling that she doesn't deserve it; it's hard to say.
He's quiet for a long moment afterwards, though, picking at the fabric of his sleeves with his free hand before he realizes what he's doing and makes himself stop.]
...Why wouldn't I?
[The question is more subdued than usual, most of the forcefulness gone; it's somewhere between genuine and rhetorical, not demanding an answer but leaving a space for one anyway.]
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He's quiet for a long moment afterwards, though, picking at the fabric of his sleeves with his free hand before he realizes what he's doing and makes himself stop.]
...Why wouldn't I?
[The question is more subdued than usual, most of the forcefulness gone; it's somewhere between genuine and rhetorical, not demanding an answer but leaving a space for one anyway.]