[ He looks down at his blade, which is already stained red, actually. Max isn't the first person he's come across tonight. But his correction is gentle, almost sad. ]
It was Tsurumaru. They weren't wrong about that. [ There's an "unfortunately" that lingers in the air unsaid after that, but he turns his sword aggressively. The moonlight glints off the steel as a bright silver. ]
Haha— Not that it matters. He's dead. So is Kashuu. So I'm doing what I must to make sure I can carry their bodies home.
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[ He looks down at his blade, which is already stained red, actually. Max isn't the first person he's come across tonight. But his correction is gentle, almost sad. ]
It was Tsurumaru. They weren't wrong about that. [ There's an "unfortunately" that lingers in the air unsaid after that, but he turns his sword aggressively. The moonlight glints off the steel as a bright silver. ]
Haha— Not that it matters. He's dead. So is Kashuu. So I'm doing what I must to make sure I can carry their bodies home.