[ He's surprised for a second by the question, which registers in his face, but nowhere else. His body is busy pushing the attack, swiping slice after slice after her.
And, gods, but he wishes he could tell her, as she's apparently understood the situation. He could kiss her for that. But instead she gets the best he can manage, which is a little sadly lacking. ]
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And, gods, but he wishes he could tell her, as she's apparently understood the situation. He could kiss her for that. But instead she gets the best he can manage, which is a little sadly lacking. ]
I can't tell you.