they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
It is good to have family back, and she nods to his question of Hotaru. “She's like a sister to me.” A quiet pause before she moves on. “Enough so that Kiada calls her ‘Aunt Ru’.” There’s a twinge of amusement there, but nothing about it is strange. Rexanna and Hotaru weren’t related in the slightest, only related by the need of the Basin and the man that had made them such in ways of positions and abilities.
But she’s distracted by the button and her gaze lifts to Jigano’s face in equal amusement, dark brow raising in an almost conspiratory look as she regards the bard. “Well… If this is tech, which I think it is… it’ll only work if I touch it.” She tilts her head thoughtfully, regarding it as her thumb ghosts over the button without pressing.
“I can press it and we can listen and see if something happens?” She suggests with a quiet tilt of her head, hoping it doesn’t explode at all.
But she’s distracted by the button and her gaze lifts to Jigano’s face in equal amusement, dark brow raising in an almost conspiratory look as she regards the bard. “Well… If this is tech, which I think it is… it’ll only work if I touch it.” She tilts her head thoughtfully, regarding it as her thumb ghosts over the button without pressing.
“I can press it and we can listen and see if something happens?” She suggests with a quiet tilt of her head, hoping it doesn’t explode at all.
REXANNA
