It's nice. A little bit of color in all of — [ he sweeps an arm around him, indicating the flood. the cracked concrete. the silence. ] — this.

[ a few petals, disturbed by the movement, flutter to life about him. rin's mind is a lifetime away, thinking about all that must be done in order to make this work: a meeting with tadashi, more information about the dog, foolproof tech that will - if only for a time - wipe that hangdog look from heine's face.

the silence doesn't last long. rin's determination has only been set in stone in the moments since, his gaze upon heine now brimming with careful consideration. ]

I'm serious. Not about some sword that can hurt you -- I'm thinking, maybe some kind of containment field? If the dog can't get out, then you can't hurt me or anyone else. Until we all know it's safe to let you out.

[ it doesn't matter if heine's pessimism is thick enough to clot their air between them. rin will make all the plans, rin will tie the fucking bow on top, if that's what it takes to make all of this work out.

but he softens with the quip, enough to continue the rally: ]

'sides. If it's strong enough to contain you, I'm pretty sure I can toss you wherever I want. You game?

[ rin will probably go ahead with this whether or not he has heine's permission, but better that he go through the motions first. ]