[ The truth is something he's built to seek. He's got calluses on his hands from countless hours of swordplay. Scars on his skin from monsters, scars on his soul from nightmares, indelible marks he could never regret because every single one is a way sign that showed him the path he needed to take. He couldn't have let the truth of this situation go for long, even if it meant scraping himself against Rin's rougher edges. If he cuts himself, if both of them bleed because of it, that's fine. That's what needs to be. Sometimes that's what has to happen for healing.
Yu leans forward, not towards Rin, but against his knee, peering at the other boy. Not inspecting, just looking, thoughtful. ]
No.
[ A beat. ]
I might have something sharp. [ Somewhat mysteriously. Another beat. ] What do you need them for?
[ There's already, he thinks, another question he has an answer to in his mind: why Rin started the fire. There probably isn't a why, other than he didn't mean to. He'll see for himself if Rin is that kind of person, honest enough for this to have all been an accident and not an act of malice. He can't know yet. They're still practically strangers. But he's willing to find out. ]
no subject
Yu leans forward, not towards Rin, but against his knee, peering at the other boy. Not inspecting, just looking, thoughtful. ]
No.
[ A beat. ]
I might have something sharp. [ Somewhat mysteriously. Another beat. ] What do you need them for?
[ There's already, he thinks, another question he has an answer to in his mind: why Rin started the fire. There probably isn't a why, other than he didn't mean to. He'll see for himself if Rin is that kind of person, honest enough for this to have all been an accident and not an act of malice. He can't know yet. They're still practically strangers. But he's willing to find out. ]