[ Her gesture to the children providing a rather uncomfortable feeling within her causes the Warrior to smile a little and he almost asks just why she decided to take up this task of 'babysitting' if they cause her to feel such a way...
...but then she continues with that question of hers and he finds himself unable to ask and, instead, glance downwards to his sword.
It's... expected, for her to want to know why he looked at her with such familiarity in his blue eyes and the way he continues to glance to her, fleeting as it may be. It's expected and yet... he's not entirely sure how to go about answering that without causing some form of confusion for her; this is why he always apologizes by default. ]
You mean with recognizing you while you do not recognize me.
[ It's a good way to start, isn't it?
Palms twist themselves around the hilt of his sword, his gaze still cast downwards as he tries to piece together what it is he wants to say. ]
I have fought alongside you in another world, with other... warriors, in a battle against Chaos and his minions.
[ That lump returns to his throat and he somehow finds it difficult to swallow this time. ]
You were... a friend.
[ He hesitates to use that word, considering everything that had happened prior. But... in the end... perhaps that word isn't so out of place to be used, even if there's a touch of sadness in his voice upon using it. ]
(blushes profusely) he's socially awkward but cries thank you, your lightning is presh
...but then she continues with that question of hers and he finds himself unable to ask and, instead, glance downwards to his sword.
It's... expected, for her to want to know why he looked at her with such familiarity in his blue eyes and the way he continues to glance to her, fleeting as it may be. It's expected and yet... he's not entirely sure how to go about answering that without causing some form of confusion for her; this is why he always apologizes by default. ]
You mean with recognizing you while you do not recognize me.
[ It's a good way to start, isn't it?
Palms twist themselves around the hilt of his sword, his gaze still cast downwards as he tries to piece together what it is he wants to say. ]
I have fought alongside you in another world, with other... warriors, in a battle against Chaos and his minions.
[ That lump returns to his throat and he somehow finds it difficult to swallow this time. ]
You were... a friend.
[ He hesitates to use that word, considering everything that had happened prior. But... in the end... perhaps that word isn't so out of place to be used, even if there's a touch of sadness in his voice upon using it. ]