[Ogata just stands there looking stunned for a long moment, though of course it's unclear which thing it was that surprised him so much. He's looking square ahead, at Anaido's chest rather than meeting his gaze. But slowly, he nods. And then he raises his hands as if to put them on top of Anaido's, to told them there, but of course there's no contact. Just the gentle suggestion of it. He closes his eyes, lingering there for a moment, but he only has so much time here.
He shifts away, frowning a little, looking a bit sad. But then he just smooths his hair back again and composes himself. Like he's all business. He makes a circular sweeping gesture towards himself and the space besides him before miming being stabbed in the chest. Then he points away from Anaido, before making another sweeping gesture all the way past Anaido to the other side.
And then he falters, like he's thinking about it. Like he's reconsidering what he's going to say. Finally, he clasps his hands together again, before he mimics him holding his rifle. And then makes draws a finger through an air in a gentle curving zig zag.]
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He shifts away, frowning a little, looking a bit sad. But then he just smooths his hair back again and composes himself. Like he's all business. He makes a circular sweeping gesture towards himself and the space besides him before miming being stabbed in the chest. Then he points away from Anaido, before making another sweeping gesture all the way past Anaido to the other side.
And then he falters, like he's thinking about it. Like he's reconsidering what he's going to say. Finally, he clasps his hands together again, before he mimics him holding his rifle. And then makes draws a finger through an air in a gentle curving zig zag.]