As far as Guts was concerned, the day he couldn’t fight anymore was just as good as being dead. That was as far as his thoughts went on the matter.
But that wasn’t his foremost concern at the moment. It sounded like his sword would be ready soon, barring a few technical hiccups here and there, which means he’d be departing sooner than later. But, she was right, he was still a mess. He’d have to actually rest to be in proper fighting shape.
Pensively, considers Lashan’s question, realizing it wasn’t common thing he was asked or considered. Gambino certainly didn’t care much if the boy was enjoying himself. Looking back at Nerine, remembering their little spar up on the roof, and the tug of the rope, and Hesri too (even if that was more awkward than fun, per se).
“Yeah. I guess I did.” he admits, though the smile on his face is rather understated.
“I’ll have to give the rat another match on the ground, next time.”
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But that wasn’t his foremost concern at the moment. It sounded like his sword would be ready soon, barring a few technical hiccups here and there, which means he’d be departing sooner than later. But, she was right, he was still a mess. He’d have to actually rest to be in proper fighting shape.
Pensively, considers Lashan’s question, realizing it wasn’t common thing he was asked or considered. Gambino certainly didn’t care much if the boy was enjoying himself. Looking back at Nerine, remembering their little spar up on the roof, and the tug of the rope, and Hesri too (even if that was more awkward than fun, per se).
“Yeah. I guess I did.” he admits, though the smile on his face is rather understated.
“I’ll have to give the rat another match on the ground, next time.”
Spoken within earshot, so she hears.