[ The liquid mushi go rushing back into her eyes-- leaving Ginko covered in it, as it slowly drips off of him to evaporate on the ground.
He straightens, gripping in one hand a deeply purple mushi that should be visible to any eyes. It writhes in his grasp unpleasantly-- until he crushes the head of it with his thumb in a decisive gesture.
The glow vanishes, and it falls in dusty pieces to the ground.
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He straightens, gripping in one hand a deeply purple mushi that should be visible to any eyes. It writhes in his grasp unpleasantly-- until he crushes the head of it with his thumb in a decisive gesture.
The glow vanishes, and it falls in dusty pieces to the ground.
Ginko pulls off his gloves. ]
...how do you feel? [ to Katara, naturally. ]