@chillres.
it is bright colors that you find yourself abandoned to. bright colors, cherry blossoms against a clear sky, you remember thinking. that was before you had come anywhere close, & that act of itself was hardly of your own will. you had offered to help with inventory, vying to be helpful still on the tail end of a wound. company, however, was nothing you chose; all the noise you offer her is the quiet shuffling of items from pile to pile. at least, for awhile. it is a lance you come across, awkward as you hold it, that sparks, lights the smallest flame: if you’re to protect lady sakura, there are surely ways to better yourself. knowing more of the things that would harm you, her it’s one of them. you’d sooner die before learning from him though.
‘ is there really any advantage to these? ’ you begin by pondering. though, admittedly, it is merely to try & bait her without admitting your own weaknesses. ‘ i mean . . . ’ and then you gesture to it, a motion to say just look at it. ‘ i don’t see it. ’