It's not like, at this point, Leon isn't familiar with what's happening here. This is a memory, a Tsurumaru memory, and for all of Tsurumaru's nonsense and ridiculousness, Leon isn't surprised to see such a tragic memory from him. He's a sword, after all. And from what Leon knows of swords...
It isn't an easy life.
Because it resonates. Tsurumaru trying so hard to save his young master, but unable to do anything... it resonates so painfully, because he can remember Chal's desperation when he'd tried to save him, tried to get him to do anything but what he ended up doing, but unable to do anything more than just talk.
Because he's a sword, of course.
It's a sharply painful realization, and Leon breathes out a shuddering breath before he rests his hand on Chal's hilt, ignoring his questioning noise, and looks at Tsurumaru--before he crouches next to him.]
[ it's a pity that tsurumaru's too Out Of It to realize that this is the first time that leon's shown him any sort of concern; it's a milestone achievement otherwise! but he takes a moment or two for himself, because he hasn't eaten anything strange... he hasn't incurred any strange injuries... there's no reason for this strange wave of nausea, really, and it leaves him feeling confused (and sick).
either way, he makes sure that his stomach is going to stay put for the duration of the immediate future, before he manages a few words. ]
Maybe. [ it's currently leaning towards "no", but who knows? for now, though, it seems as if he'll be fine — just disoriented. ]
Here — give me your cape.
[ which is meant mostly as a... really half-hearted, terrible joke, because he's absolutely sure that leon won't part with it, especially if he's the one that's asking. as for what tsurumaru wants it for? it's not for being sick on, honestly! trust him. he wants to use it to pull himself up to his feet and possibly topple leon over in the process, because he's just rude. ]
[That response comes immediately, even as Leon rudely flicks his cape out of Tsurumaru's immediate grasp. He showed just a faint bit of concern, but then in true Leon fashion, he ruined it by being an asshole.
Sorry Tsurumaru.
But for now... Leon doesn't bring up the memory. He'll at least let Tsurumaru get his bearings first before dropping that bomb on him.]
[ he laughs, but makes no move to grab at leon's cape as he pulls himself up to his feet — slowly, because he's ancient and his bones probably creak, despite how much he wants to believe eternal youth is a Thing.
a moment to dust himself off as best as he can, and then, cheerfully — ]
There, I'm fine now. It's strange, though — swords don't get sick like that. I mean, does Chal get sick?
[And yet... here's Tsurumaru, clearly feeling ill. Leon frowns a little at him, looking him over for a moment before he crosses his arms thoughtfully.]
Perhaps, because you have what passes as a human body...
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It's not like, at this point, Leon isn't familiar with what's happening here. This is a memory, a Tsurumaru memory, and for all of Tsurumaru's nonsense and ridiculousness, Leon isn't surprised to see such a tragic memory from him. He's a sword, after all. And from what Leon knows of swords...
It isn't an easy life.
Because it resonates. Tsurumaru trying so hard to save his young master, but unable to do anything... it resonates so painfully, because he can remember Chal's desperation when he'd tried to save him, tried to get him to do anything but what he ended up doing, but unable to do anything more than just talk.
Because he's a sword, of course.
It's a sharply painful realization, and Leon breathes out a shuddering breath before he rests his hand on Chal's hilt, ignoring his questioning noise, and looks at Tsurumaru--before he crouches next to him.]
...Are you going to be sick?
[Comforting!!]
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either way, he makes sure that his stomach is going to stay put for the duration of the immediate future, before he manages a few words. ]
Maybe. [ it's currently leaning towards "no", but who knows? for now, though, it seems as if he'll be fine — just disoriented. ]
Here — give me your cape.
[ which is meant mostly as a... really half-hearted, terrible joke, because he's absolutely sure that leon won't part with it, especially if he's the one that's asking. as for what tsurumaru wants it for? it's not for being sick on, honestly! trust him.
he wants to use it to pull himself up to his feet and possibly topple leon over in the process, because he's just rude.]no subject
[That response comes immediately, even as Leon rudely flicks his cape out of Tsurumaru's immediate grasp. He showed just a faint bit of concern, but then in true Leon fashion, he ruined it by being an asshole.
Sorry Tsurumaru.
But for now... Leon doesn't bring up the memory. He'll at least let Tsurumaru get his bearings first before dropping that bomb on him.]
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[ he laughs, but makes no move to grab at leon's cape as he pulls himself up to his feet — slowly, because he's ancient and his bones probably creak, despite how much he wants to believe eternal youth is a Thing.
a moment to dust himself off as best as he can, and then, cheerfully — ]
There, I'm fine now. It's strange, though — swords don't get sick like that. I mean, does Chal get sick?
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[And yet... here's Tsurumaru, clearly feeling ill. Leon frowns a little at him, looking him over for a moment before he crosses his arms thoughtfully.]
Perhaps, because you have what passes as a human body...
[He doesn't get it.]