[ 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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[ 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.]