[Says a frail, weak voice from a few feet away - Royce steps out, hands folded behind him, gazing at Kyouya with a severe, piercing intensity that paradoxically goes against the way he sounds.]
We don't have...time for this talking, this chatting...Tamaki. You know, youuuu...understand what we have to do. [He grasps Kyouya's forearm, his grip tight, looking over at Tamaki.]
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[Says a frail, weak voice from a few feet away - Royce steps out, hands folded behind him, gazing at Kyouya with a severe, piercing intensity that paradoxically goes against the way he sounds.]
We don't have...time for this talking, this chatting...Tamaki. You know, youuuu...understand what we have to do. [He grasps Kyouya's forearm, his grip tight, looking over at Tamaki.]
...It's time.