[ silly, right? as if a sword and their wielder can go off bickering in the middle of a battlefield. real battles aren't artistic, snappy scenarios where the mooks hold off while you snark with your weapon. real battles tend to end with his owners dead. it'd be upsetting if it weren't for the fact that he doesn't let himself get upset. waste of energy and the endless years are so much more pleasant when he looks for happier things to care about.
however, what sousei says next causes him to ground to a halt. for the lack of a more poetic way to put it: he stares, perplexed more than surprised. ]
... I beg your pardon. Did you just say you'd judge on my behalf?
[ wait, what. hold the dramatic internal monologuing, what just happened. ]
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however, what sousei says next causes him to ground to a halt. for the lack of a more poetic way to put it: he stares, perplexed more than surprised. ]
... I beg your pardon. Did you just say you'd judge on my behalf?
[ wait, what. hold the dramatic internal monologuing, what just happened. ]