"You ought to do a better job of locking up your swords, if you don't want 'em wandering around."
He picks the dirt out of a nail, thumb to the finger of the same hand, holding himself with a very teenaged aloofness as he delivers his words of advice. Guts is happy to take the brunt of her anger and attention, undaunted by the formal clothing with its lavish patterning and heavenly whites. Not quite like a bishop's rich silks or velvet, more revealing, more mystical with the furious ink peering out of her low collar. He'd tell a bishop where to stuff it if he had to, he decides.
Lashan had already shown that she was keeping secrets from him, so he can't see why he can't have some of his own. It's obvious to him that if he'd wanted to hurt someone, he'd very well done so by now. And he wasn't wearing the sword publicly, frightening people. He'd mulled it over the night before, and this was the conclusion he'd come to. If they banish him for it, then so be it. He'll go.
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"You ought to do a better job of locking up your swords, if you don't want 'em wandering around."
He picks the dirt out of a nail, thumb to the finger of the same hand, holding himself with a very teenaged aloofness as he delivers his words of advice. Guts is happy to take the brunt of her anger and attention, undaunted by the formal clothing with its lavish patterning and heavenly whites. Not quite like a bishop's rich silks or velvet, more revealing, more mystical with the furious ink peering out of her low collar. He'd tell a bishop where to stuff it if he had to, he decides.
Lashan had already shown that she was keeping secrets from him, so he can't see why he can't have some of his own. It's obvious to him that if he'd wanted to hurt someone, he'd very well done so by now. And he wasn't wearing the sword publicly, frightening people. He'd mulled it over the night before, and this was the conclusion he'd come to. If they banish him for it, then so be it. He'll go.
It never occurs to him to toss blame to the girl.