[Kashuu is normally good - too good for his own good, really - at covering up the unpleasant things that he doesn't want to show. But when the emotions are strong, or the onset is unexpected, he stumbles.
He's stumbling now, turning toward the sound of Chaltier's voice and holding these scraps of fabric and bits of tassel so tightly that his hands look blotchy even in the dim light.]
They were here. [Quiet, at first. Not really an answer either - or not a direct one, anyway. But he continues, looking from Chaltier to Leon.] The other swords. The ones who're gone now.
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He's stumbling now, turning toward the sound of Chaltier's voice and holding these scraps of fabric and bits of tassel so tightly that his hands look blotchy even in the dim light.]
They were here. [Quiet, at first. Not really an answer either - or not a direct one, anyway. But he continues, looking from Chaltier to Leon.] The other swords. The ones who're gone now.