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#B31200 | Ruga

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[pyrafect]

....You know I can feel it. [ She taps her crystal upon her chest. ] Our connection.

[ As much as he might feel hers. Nothing strong, but just enough to give each other some pause that something isn't quite right. An unease of sorts. She dares to prod further: ]

Is... something bothering you, Lord Berkut?

[superioritis]

[ He eyes the crystal, wondering just what exactly it does. Everything is bothering him; consequently, nothing stands out anymore. ]

That's of no concern to you. It is nothing I cannot handle.

[pyrafect]

[ Her gaze remains on his... ] It... it is, though. [ It is her concern! ]

We are connected.

[superioritis]

No. Whether we are connected or not, I am the heir to the throne. My business is mine to manage.

[ In the past, these words would have been accompanied by a scowl. This time around, Berkut's outward affect is decidedly neutral. ]

Whatever it is that you're sensing, pay it no mind.

[pyrafect]

[ It's completely opposite of what Addam had said, that they share everything. Body and soul. Instead Berkut declares that his issues are his own.

Her answer comes out as a rasp, ] Am I not that heir's weapon? Whatever it is that troubles you... allow me to cut it from this world.

[ Cut herself out from being a thorn in his side yeah okay whoooosh. Someone tell her that she's the problem. ]

[superioritis]

[ Time to chop Pyra in half. ]

Rest assured, I shall cut down whatever stands in our way with your blade. [ He huffs mirthfully. ] I don't have much of a choice if I desire a sharp edge.

[ His lance is broken, and everything else here is rusted or dull. ]

[pyrafect]

[ she de a d

"I don't have much of a choice"... and said with a smile at that. ]

...Ah, is... is that it? You would rather... not use me, if you could?

[superioritis]

A sword cannot resolve everything. You do not understand, because you were created to destroy, but there are other ways.

[ Like pretending everything is fine. ]

[pyrafect]

[ And here she thinks he’s saying he’s pick up any other random sword and use it if he could... ]

But... you desire strength. How may I prove I am worthy of you, if you would rather not use me to eliminate that which bothers you?

[superioritis]

[ Swords are overrated. He would pick up any random lance or spear and use it if he could. (Where is Tonbokiri?)

He just about sighs. ]

Let me worry about that. All you have to do is answer my call, should I have need of you. I trust you have no objections?

[pyrafect]

[ She nods. ] That... Yes. I will answer your call.

[ There is the lingering worry that he won’t call for her out of his own stubbornness, even when he does need her.

... ]

I hope to be useful to you.