[A part of Miyano wants to relax into the gentle touch to his face, fearful and exhausted and just wanting comfort. It seems even the comfort of the enemy would do.]
I--It's Miyano, sir. Um. S-Some of the other acolytes would, uh, call me "Miya".
[It's strange, to share something so intimate with the enemy. His breath catches at the command, though, hands going instinctively to where his white robe ties at his neck.] S-Sir? [It comes out in a squeak as Miya tries to buy time, to pretend he hadn't understood the command.]
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Date: 2022-11-05 04:02 am (UTC)I--It's Miyano, sir. Um. S-Some of the other acolytes would, uh, call me "Miya".
[It's strange, to share something so intimate with the enemy. His breath catches at the command, though, hands going instinctively to where his white robe ties at his neck.] S-Sir? [It comes out in a squeak as Miya tries to buy time, to pretend he hadn't understood the command.]