[As Spain seizes his hand, Kamui allows him to pull his bloodied fingers away from his lips while giving him what seems to be a bored look. For a minute he locks gazes with the nation, at least before he turns his gaze upon Romano whose blood is pooling on the floor around him.
Then, finally, he looks back at Spain with something akin to disapproval.]
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Then, finally, he looks back at Spain with something akin to disapproval.]
Let go of me.