[He goes quiet, his eyes falling to Sakyou's sword, too. Well, that's fucking discontenting. HE'S HALF A DISNEY, HELLO. This is some nefarious villain shit.]
If it really does speak, you shouldn't give in to what it says.
[can't believe he's got the eye of sauron happening...
ANYWAY IT'S FINE don't worry about his nefarious villain blade that may or may not have words to say about this exchange. Sakyou offers a little quirk of a smile... sasuga protag-san.]
I won't. It isn't like before - it's just like anything else that speaks. Though it's a bit obnoxious at times, it's still something I can ignore.
[Muramasa in the meantime just there like >:/ waiting for potential power unlock in the distant future.]
[Hilariously, he looks fairly disturbed by this. There is just something... something he inherently dislikes about the idea of what he saw, of what he has realized.
[He's about to be like YEAH LOOK IT WAS CRYING!!! but instead gets rudely slapped by this memory instead hello. ANNA. FUCK OFF
Uh, this is probably not the best thing, though. After snapping out of the memory, Sakyou's first instinct is to look toward Luke - but since he's kinda looking like he's having Possession Head Pains over there, he actually does reach out this time, lightly setting a hand against his shoulder.]
Wow please don't have your head explode like that girl from Cloverfield though he's not equipped to deal with that kind of gore. He will... helpfully... stand in whatever direction the sun is shining strongest from, like blocking that light out will help sweet Luke. God.]
...If it pains you to think of it, perhaps you shouldn't for now.
[Yah his head is going to explode like the girl from Cloverfield, and Sakyou is going to have to watch it happen.]
I'm...
[He was going to say OKAY, but maybe he isn't okay completely right yet. Grimacing, he squeezes his eyes shut, and then tries to relax when they open again.]
I'm okay... I just don't... get... Are they dreams?
[He doesn't jerk away at all, or even flinch, when Sakyou rests a hand on him. He's a good, soft boy! His breath puffs out on the air when he exhales.]
I just...
[Ugh. Annoying. Frustrating! But it's true, the more he tries to puzzle it out, the more his head hurts. So he straightens up.]
[A GOOD SOFT LAD... suplexes him like an empty soda can
This is rough to watch, though. There's another second or two before Sakyou quietly lets his hand slip away, eying Luke with the same measure of concern. After a second, he offers a brief quirk of a smile, as though in attempt at reassuring.]
Something to worry about later, perhaps. Does your head hurt? Do you need to sit...?
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...I suppose it does, doesn't it?
[A very unfortunate storybook scenario... He sighs a little, but the question has him glancing back toward the sword at his hip.]
--Does it still speak? Yes. [COMFORTING.] But that seems to be the extent of what it's capable of.
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It...
[He goes quiet, his eyes falling to Sakyou's sword, too. Well, that's fucking discontenting. HE'S HALF A DISNEY, HELLO. This is some nefarious villain shit.]
If it really does speak, you shouldn't give in to what it says.
[Sorry, he's also a protag.]
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ANYWAY IT'S FINE don't worry about his nefarious villain blade that may or may not have words to say about this exchange. Sakyou offers a little quirk of a smile... sasuga protag-san.]
I won't. It isn't like before - it's just like anything else that speaks. Though it's a bit obnoxious at times, it's still something I can ignore.
[Muramasa in the meantime just there like >:/ waiting for potential power unlock in the distant future.]
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Not about Sakyou. About the sword.
His brows pinch.]
You don't have to rely on that kind of strength.
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His own brow furrows just a little, but there's some minute confusion in it, too.]
...I hadn't intended to in the first place, to be honest. The sword called to me.
[He found it in a creepy cave and picked it up like a fool because it was crying.]
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Called to you? And... you listened?
[He opens his mouth to say something else, but then Sakyou gets another memory because I think it's fucking funny.
When he comes out of it, this time, though, he's holding his head and groaning.]
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Uh, this is probably not the best thing, though. After snapping out of the memory, Sakyou's first instinct is to look toward Luke - but since he's kinda looking like he's having Possession Head Pains over there, he actually does reach out this time, lightly setting a hand against his shoulder.]
Luke—? Are you alright?
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After a moment of intense struggle to not head explode, he finally manages to raise his head. Still squinting, though.]
I'm... okay... I just don't... understand.
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Wow please don't have your head explode like that girl from Cloverfield though he's not equipped to deal with that kind of gore. He will... helpfully... stand in whatever direction the sun is shining strongest from, like blocking that light out will help sweet Luke. God.]
...If it pains you to think of it, perhaps you shouldn't for now.
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I'm...
[He was going to say OKAY, but maybe he isn't okay completely right yet. Grimacing, he squeezes his eyes shut, and then tries to relax when they open again.]
I'm okay... I just don't... get... Are they dreams?
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ALSO GOD. THIS POOR LAD. Sakyou's not a tactile person, but he reaches out to carefully and lightly set a hand against Luke's back, frowning.]
Please don't say you're okay when you aren't. [Binch.] ...I would advise against puzzling over it for too long for now, as well.
[(crow voice) what if they fucking explode]
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I just...
[Ugh. Annoying. Frustrating! But it's true, the more he tries to puzzle it out, the more his head hurts. So he straightens up.]
You're right.
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This is rough to watch, though. There's another second or two before Sakyou quietly lets his hand slip away, eying Luke with the same measure of concern. After a second, he offers a brief quirk of a smile, as though in attempt at reassuring.]
Something to worry about later, perhaps. Does your head hurt? Do you need to sit...?