[The sound of the glass shattering is sharp, and moreso with what that liquor represents. It's comfort, a padding between Byakuya and reality, and seeing it spill haphazardly across the wood floor is a slap in the face. He can't escape reality right now. It's horrible, it's terrifying, and it's right in his face. Instead of a fear of the things that lurk around corners, this is fear of something that's already quite literally gotten ahold of him. He remembers the look on his wife's face when they took her, the first time he saw that Servant, and the cold pain in the eyes of the man who left bullet scars on his limbs.
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[The sound of the glass shattering is sharp, and moreso with what that liquor represents. It's comfort, a padding between Byakuya and reality, and seeing it spill haphazardly across the wood floor is a slap in the face. He can't escape reality right now. It's horrible, it's terrifying, and it's right in his face. Instead of a fear of the things that lurk around corners, this is fear of something that's already quite literally gotten ahold of him. He remembers the look on his wife's face when they took her, the first time he saw that Servant, and the cold pain in the eyes of the man who left bullet scars on his limbs.
He freezes, and starts to cry.]