"You think I had a<em>choice</em>in this? You think I schemed and plotted and manipulated my way to this point, is that what you think?" he snarled, rising to his feet and slamming his hands on the desk he had been sitting behind. The wood cracked.<br/><br/>"There was a<em>void.</em>You were<em>gone.</em>Hell, most of us thought you were<em>dead.</em>The transfer took over. Just like it always has, just like it always will. As long as at least two kitsune are alive, there will<em>always</em>be an Amaterasu, and there will always be a<em>Kyuubi.</em>You abandoned us, we were lost, we were... You can't even comprehend what it felt like. It felt like trying to find your way in a forest, with no sun, no stars, no anything to guide you, to show you the path and the light and the way out. As soon as I took this role, it all... it all fell back into place. It was right, dammit. You would rather we had been left to rot? Your own<em>son,</em>left bereft, blind, flailing in the darkness?"<br/><br/>He strode around the desk, his tails bristling, his eyes filled with anger. "If you want a fight, then we shall have it. I, at least, defend my people."