There's a little bit of lingering softness for a moment though, for the possibility of Mandricardo receiving the sword he's missing.
But yeah, haha! Funny. Demon swords are wild. Sakyou purses his lips, quiet for a second before aiming for something a little more reassuring, he hopes.]
I believe it's possible. For the time being, its voice holds no power; it isn't a threat.
[That may be reassuring, but still - that worry lingers, before transforming into a sort of determination. He can't help it. He's always felt protective over Sakyou, and now, especially...]
[It's his immediate reflex to turn help away, to run, to make it so no one else has to get involved in his messy business. ...But even Sakyou isn't stupid enough to think he can take on something like Muramasa on his own.]
...I may.
[Quiet, careful.]
But it's something we can discuss later.
[Mandricardo lost is wholeass boyfriend, after all.]
[He's glad that Sakyou is open for help. He can't imagine it, having something like that hanging over one's shoulders, thinking that one has to deal with it on their own to keep other's safe.]
[I'ts why, despite everything he's learned about Sakyou, he can't help but admire it. That deep down, he just wants to keep people out of harm's way.]
[He reaches over to gently brush his fingers against the back of the other's hand, trying to be reassuring.]
[Sometimes you just gotta admit you can't beat a god by yourself, probably. Though honestly, a fair part of that might have stemmed from realizing here in this place just how helpless someone can be when up against something that can puppet the body and alter the mind. Terrible!
There's a little bit of a pause, but he turns his hand over after a second, letting his fingers ease against Mandricardo's palm.]
Thank you. I do still need a weapon here and I'd rather not use vouchers selfishly, so...
[No destroying Muramasa until he's freed from vouchies saving hell, which probably won't be until they're freed from whatever this place is. It's too risky, with the amount of people who turn up gravely injured.]
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There's a little bit of lingering softness for a moment though, for the possibility of Mandricardo receiving the sword he's missing.
But yeah, haha! Funny. Demon swords are wild. Sakyou purses his lips, quiet for a second before aiming for something a little more reassuring, he hopes.]
I believe it's possible. For the time being, its voice holds no power; it isn't a threat.
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Do you need help with that?
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...I may.
[Quiet, careful.]
But it's something we can discuss later.
[Mandricardo lost is wholeass boyfriend, after all.]
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[He's glad that Sakyou is open for help. He can't imagine it, having something like that hanging over one's shoulders, thinking that one has to deal with it on their own to keep other's safe.]
[I'ts why, despite everything he's learned about Sakyou, he can't help but admire it. That deep down, he just wants to keep people out of harm's way.]
[He reaches over to gently brush his fingers against the back of the other's hand, trying to be reassuring.]
Whenever you feel you're ready.
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There's a little bit of a pause, but he turns his hand over after a second, letting his fingers ease against Mandricardo's palm.]
Thank you. I do still need a weapon here and I'd rather not use vouchers selfishly, so...
[No destroying Muramasa until he's freed from vouchies saving hell, which probably won't be until they're freed from whatever this place is. It's too risky, with the amount of people who turn up gravely injured.]