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[He stares down at Ichimatsu who's hiding in the shadowy rescesses of his coat. He makes a face...

And then places a heavy hand down on his head. His palm scrubbing against the top of his hooded noggin.]

If you're useless, what the hell're you calling me? There ain't shit I can do about this fuckery either. He's still breathin', so whatever's causing this ain't anything related to my shit.

I'm just as useless as you are. Don't shove yourself into a gutter just 'cause you ain't qualified for shit like this. Won't hear that quitter talk. He's your family, right?
Ain't no-one's way you can get into when it concerns you.