[Someone's speaking to him. Distantly, he realizes that, but he's too caught up in the emotions swirling through his chest. There's joy and love, yes, but it's bittersweet, tinged with the pain of a loss he still doesn't understand. It's distracting, and it takes him a few blinks to turn his head, eyes refocusing as he locates Yosuke.]
Oh, yes, sorry. I'm fine. [And while he still sounds a little distant, it's true that he still seems alright. Not about to burst into tears or anything.
...That said, he looks down at the blade he's touching, and then back at Yosuke with a firm expression.]
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Oh, yes, sorry. I'm fine. [And while he still sounds a little distant, it's true that he still seems alright. Not about to burst into tears or anything.
...That said, he looks down at the blade he's touching, and then back at Yosuke with a firm expression.]
You should take a sword with you. [yams]