Motoki thought he was the sort of man who would bend, not break.
He was a compromiser. A peace-maker who'd go out of his way to avoid conflict or mend the rifts between others. He could be counted on to stay level. Stay sane. Stay together. Inhumane amounts of weight could be thrust upon his shoulders. Lovers could leave him. Friends could scorn him. Mothers could turn up their noses and fathers could be disappointed in the greatest of accomplishments. And yet, all would be well because Motoki did not break.
But fallen mask did the trick.
Imagine his surprise.