[ that catches him offguard. perhaps it shouldn't have, when everything about rin was written in unfamiliar sentiment, an unfamiliar shade of red that burned rather than stained.

yet he angles himself around, ghost of a brow raised. time and time again he finds himself needing to step back in order to understand the steps of the conversation, only finding the solidity of incomprehension.

the truth was, he was fine with dying. he was fine with dying as long as he could take all that goddamn below with him.( where was naoto to be his last resort with that sword of hers ). ]

- It's fine. [ an answer made for scars, and a parry to the jab even if it lacks clarity to what he was answering. acceptance against anger and it is odd to be the one standing still for once.

for some reason, he wants to laugh, for a quick short breath like a shot, he does. ] Fix? [ we? ] I can't. Dunno how to. The only things that could fix it are buried behind whatever past we're part of now.

It won't help me here, but back home - there were swords. Or at least one sword for sure that was meant to punish disobedient dogs. Took a long time to heal from that shit. [ his side still remembered that pain. the draw-pull of the blade sharp and slow. ]

Ah - look, [ he hesitates, fumbles and looks for words he isn't used to giving. even rin's attempt at a threatpromise is lost, momentarily. ] - if the other guy shows up again. Get away. It's not a good idea to stick around.

[ sloppy concern. convincing heine of anything that could hint at experimental would be an event in and of itself.

a moment, and he adds with a twist to his lip, and he takes an indirect step forward. ] And Rin? I'd like to see you try and toss me anywhere.

[ and he looks to his feet, where blossoms pool. ] Ah - what do I do with these now?