Tatara's Last stand

Rendezvous on Rushima

"Finally. You're late again, Houji."
The mocking in Tatara's voice was obvious and clearly didn't have any sort of emotion- yet inside, Tatara was a bloodthirsty mess of hate and vengeance, but he seemed to be restraining his hate, keeping a lid on the saucepan of fiery thoughts that begged to be released and for Tatara to go in for the kill. He seemed to be calm and collected, coolheaded and stony faced, but not out of compassion or any thought of peace-he wanted to burn this world to the ground-and his piercing, icy stare was like shards of glass that burst any bubble of confidence in his foes. This was the plotting face of a man not to be underestimated, the cynical glare that masked his killer instinct. It was so tense that every one of his breaths was enough to make you flinch and quiver with fear. This was the face of a cold hard killer who could look death in the eyes and manipulate it to do his bidding- he brought death and terror in his wake. Given the chance, he would take the throne of the devil and be far more devious and horrifying, and any one would beg to appease his any and every need. Altogether, his unblinking and dark-natured eyes would call his enemies' retreat at his very appearance. But he was not here to force a surrender. He was here for pure vengeance and it intimidated all but one of the squad that stood against him now.

"We meet again, Tatara."
Houji' voice was refined and fearless, showing no concern or apprehension. Almost reckless in the sense of his extraordinary control of his men in such a dangerous moment, his exuberant confidence in such a situation was exhilarating and uplifting, enough to call the courage of his allies. But these people were not just his responsibility, they were his friends and Houji and Tatara both knew that this was his weakness, yet Houji was impossibly reluctant to let Tatara exploit it.

Beneath his snow white lab coat collar, Tatara smiled a dark smile, unbeknownst to all and said,
"Let's begin."
The pale ghoul's kakugen ignited, and he stepped forward.
Houji was undaunted, and replied coolly,
"You look just like your brother Yan, and I ensure you will meet the same fate."
Tatara was motionless and refrained, showing no reaction. Losing his cool now would ruin his perfect plan for revenge; Houji was setting bait.
And Tatara would allow himself to be reeled in, if only to kill Houji and escape. Houji was kidding himself if he thought he was in control.
He was just another puppet who Tatara had forced into their own trap by playing along. So Tatara decided to play along. It suited him better. He replied coldly:
"Good."