[Souji looks the man with his rather sad balloon hanging from his hand and then looks away. For both their sakes.]
It could be worse. ... My condolences.
[She slips her way down from her trash heap, swordfish still in hand because she made a complete mess of herself for it. She's going to find someway to make it useful. Would it survive being used in a Sandanzuki?
She checks that she at least still has Kiyomitsu at her side before turning to the man who saw in such a mortifying state.] Do you know what this is all about? [She would never mistake a swordfish for Yasusada. So why exactly is she holding a swordfish instead of her beloved sword? This giant trash heap is a completely mess, more than literally.]
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It could be worse. ... My condolences.
[She slips her way down from her trash heap, swordfish still in hand because she made a complete mess of herself for it. She's going to find someway to make it useful. Would it survive being used in a Sandanzuki?
She checks that she at least still has Kiyomitsu at her side before turning to the man who saw in such a mortifying state.] Do you know what this is all about? [She would never mistake a swordfish for Yasusada. So why exactly is she holding a swordfish instead of her beloved sword? This giant trash heap is a completely mess, more than literally.]