[ He flicks his cigarette into the sand, and turns, and stops in Guren's path, hands casual and loose in his jacket pockets, feet planted, projecting a threat they're both well aware he can't make good on. ]
Who's in that sword? If they were that strong, it must've been a clan leader, or something. Right?
[ This is a half-step from just asking for a reason to stop thinking about harmless kids; he'd rather take it than get into a fight he'd have to lose. ]
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[ He flicks his cigarette into the sand, and turns, and stops in Guren's path, hands casual and loose in his jacket pockets, feet planted, projecting a threat they're both well aware he can't make good on. ]
Who's in that sword? If they were that strong, it must've been a clan leader, or something. Right?
[ This is a half-step from just asking for a reason to stop thinking about harmless kids; he'd rather take it than get into a fight he'd have to lose. ]